| My Narrow Mind |
| 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... |