text: Hes got himself a homemade special
  You know his glass is full of sand
  And it feels just like a jaybird
  The way it fits into his hand
  He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
  They slap their hands against the wall
  You never trip, you never stumble
  Hes walking Spanish down the hall
  Slip him a picture of our Jesus
  Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
  What all he done aint no ones business
  But hell need blankets for the cold
  They dim the lights over on Broadway
  Even the king has bowed his head
  Every face looks right up at Mason
  Man, hes walking Spanish down the hall
  Latellas screeching for a blind pig
  Punk Sanders carved it out of wood
  He never sang when he got hoodwinked
  They tried it all but he never would
  Tomorrow morning, therell be laundry
  But hell be somewhere else to hear the call
  Dont say goodbye, hes just leavin early
  Hes walking Spanish down the hall
  All St. Bartholomew said was whispered
  Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
  All Baker told the machine
  Was that he never broke the law
  Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
  Take off your watch, your rings, and all
  Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
  When he was walking Spanish down the hall