Tekstovi: Tim Buckley. Greetings From L.A.. Nighthawkin'.

I was a nighthawkin' in my taxi
My fare was a shaky ol' lush
So I kicked it over and took off
Then he whipped out this switch blade
Straight outta nowhere level to my throat
He said "See reb I've been over to the war boy"
I said "I was a combat paratrooper daddy"
Well now he slupped back cool and he pocket that steel
He said "Get me down to fourth and main"