wicked, wicked
from the mouth I spout - o lord
don' let these thoughts come out
my knees they knock and my feet they fail
the thoughts I think I see your face turn pale
take my hand an' you will see - the one in the
wayback
take my hand an' you will be the one atop the
swayback
your word so pretty
yes I love that sound
my heart like a hammer does pound
my breath it leaves me to speak it
my legs they tremble to the ground
wish I was a bible thumpin' fool
ye from the old school
a mind as narrow as the road I walk
always upright when I talk but
take my hand and you will see...