With a blindfold I can walk
I see colors when you talk

Could paint your picture with one black crayon

Yes I am your ransom man
I came for you, that is correct

My trunk is hungry from neglect

I would show you, but it's too direct

Well I am your ransom man

I wore some holes into my boots

It's been weeks now following you

They say Los Angeles is a desolate land

Well I am your ransom man

I took some work for a strongarm

You were a sucker for his charm

You see they love you with the back of his hand

Well I am your ransom man

Darlin' I know that you are sweet
Just a midwest transplant with your dreams

Well if I don't kill you he will kill me

Well I am your ransom man

Just one look would make the call

I put that bastard's head right through a wall

Be the great returning of glass into sand

Well I am your ransom man

Kiss me on the cheek and I'll be gone
Please do not leave flowers on my lawn
Just wanna hear Dixie from a funeral band

Well I am the ransom man
Just wanna hear dixie from funeral a band