Little Egypt

Playing in a band of dreamers
Don't need a ticket
To the next town down the line
Working for Little Egypt
A fragile little angel with Cleopatra blood lines.

Trombone gone home I come along with my own shoes my own horn/ Brass button jacket and a five dollar hat they give you, they give you/ No guarantees straw in your teeth sleeping in a boxcar/ five shows a day/Monday gets paid and Monday is a day off/ Little Egypt peeking out through the curtains of her little room.