And the poets down here don't write nothing at all/They just stand back and let it all be
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere/Some bus or train travelling along
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview/And a style she's trying to maintain
Now I just act like I don't remember/Mary acts like she don't care
Well Papa go to bed now, it's gettin' late
So honey last night I met this guy/And I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
I check my look in the mirror/I want to change my clothes, my hair, my face
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night/In the backseat there was a gun
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag/Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
May their precious blood forever bind me/Lord as I stand before your fiery light
From the shotgun shack to the Super Dome/There ain't no help, the Cavalry stayed home
She'll let you in her house/If you come knockin' late at night
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss/Or will we leave each other alone like this
Poor man wanna be rich/Rich man wanna be king/And a king ain't satisfied until he rules everything
Now I now you're mama, she don't like me, cause I play in a rock'n'roll band
James Dean in that Mercury '49/Junior Johnson runnin' thru the woods of Caroline
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