If you meet Death on the sidewalk
Look him straight in the eye
Buy him a cup of coffee
And be prepared to die
The eagle flies on Friday baby
Straight to San Jose
Sundays and holidays
Bringing home the pay
Before there was jazz
Before there was soul
Before there was Elvis
And rock and roll
There was the blues
At midnight in the graveyard
Lightning striking down
The sky is at it's darkest
When you're running from the hounds
