| Yeah, yeah, | |
| I went walking on the avenue | |
| Listen to low riders who may, yeah, listen to you | |
| And my footsteps tangle with perfume | |
| And the sound of lovemaking | |
| Coming out of some room | |
| And the Indians sing | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| There's a woman leaning on the corner | |
| She waits for her gambler | |
| Yeah, dressing babies up in cotton | |
| On the front seat of her rambler | |
| Low downWhile she says that she remembers, yeah, mmm | |
| Of a prayer that mama used to sing | |
| Yeah, and the battered wife sing | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy? | |
| How far am | |
| I from Canaan? | |
| How far am | |
| I from joy, from joy, from joy? |