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 down While 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?