My hair is turning white
That’s what my barber tells me so
You know it seems kind of fitting
For living life at night
I tried to find a payphone
Like a cloud in a desert sky
But then some vultures found me
Singin’ in dial tones
I keep on lookin'
I keep on lookin'
I keep on lookin'
For the magic chord
Magic chord (have you seen it?)
Magic chord (you know the one)
Magic chord
I followed the Mississippi
Like an amateur ballroom dancer
She shone like a million rhinestones
From Itasca to Metairie
I keep on lookin'
I keep on lookin'
I keep on lookin'
For the magic chord
Magic chord (you know the one)
Magic chord (have you seen it?)
Magic chord
Suddenly I lost track of
Where I was
Who I was
How I was
Behold
Everything appeared to me all at once
And I heard a sound
That sounded like