Breakdown: Live Recordings 1973

I got a pig, home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone

Dark clouds are rising
Sure sign of rain
Get your old grey bonnet on
Sweet little Liza Jane

Bake 'em biscuits, baby
Bake 'em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabama bound

Bake 'em biscuits, baby
Bake 'em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabama bound

Goin' on a mountain
To sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of sorghum
Sweet little Liza Jane

If you ever feel lonesome when you're down in San Antone
Beg, steal or borrow two nickels or a dime to call me on the phone
And I'll meet you at Alamo Mission, where we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us as we kneel there

In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight, moonlight
If you ever feel sorrow for the deeds you have done
With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling for the things that might have been
And that last good morning sunrise will be the brightest you've ever seen

In the moonlight, in the midnight, in the moonlight, midnight, moonlight