My Alice Billy Strings

Early in the fall back deep in the woods
The first hint of frost is upon you
About a mile from the field stone wall
It's not hard to get lost if you want to

Too far from the city to see the white lights
I move in the shadows under cover of night
Too far from the highway to have a flat tire
So I stare at the ashes and fire

Well John Saint Paul is a well-known man
Of wealth in a skyscraper palace
He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives
I don't like how he looks at my Alice

I work his garage with a wrench and my glove
Bring the stench of his gasoline home to my lovе
She swears once again shе has all she desires
As I stare in the ashes and fire

One day late last week when I got to work
The boss needs his Caddy all steady
I remembered his eyes all over my wife
As I carefully got my tools ready

What a terrible shame, should he ever break down
With me on his trail, and so far from town
If his brakes were to fail, if he blew out a tire
And I stared in the ashes and fire