Well I took my money to the bank So I could start to get to living right But the bank was stolen and Mr. Molten Was shot dead, so where should I begin?
Never knew my father nor my mother either Old grandpa died on the bed a true believer I don't blame the world for my problems No I don't blame anyone for the troubles I got Expect for God and these holy socks
When the river dried up because of the rain I took another job to try and get me sane Well I burned the place down and My favorite boss Ross Got me aressted for drinking all his gin
"A screamer and a holler he was." The man in black said "To bleed is to be human." As he coughed up old lunch flem
Well I walked with Jesus through a sand storm He didn't say much as he chewed on some corn The others started crying as their shoes kept untying I kept quiet for I knew the man wasn't lying
I ain't no believer any longer All these books have took its toll But I know when the gospel singers sing There is only one kind of metal that Makes those kinds of bells ring
Down in the forest the toads go croak Kings built their castles with a round about mote I always laughed when I heard About something crazy like that
But in those holes there are only two things Dirt for the worms that wriggle and squirm And dead air for the dead That rather would be alive instead
And when I mix my roses For the one I know I love It smells as sweet as can be Just like a gun and its snub
And when I started falling for you There was only one call then my cue I took off my coat and I hung up my hat and knew As soon as I'd gotten there that This place is where I'd be at
An introduction to the green open valleys And leaves that hang like pirates in the galleys Penny tossers with their high classed arcades And all those card players Playing with their hand full of queen spades
If you hear the bell with the yell Will you tell me so? Because my hell ain't your gel, Unless you gotta' go? But if you don't and aren't burnt, Let me know so the show Won't be ruined for the rest of the crowd
In this night we are all on our last thread The beads of sweat trickle Like a puzzle that can't be said or read And the man who doth solve All the riddles of the world Is left only with a curse That can not be shook Only to be read about In an ancient library book