Come see me brood high and I'll wash your feet
By the one, two, threes
I'll steal occasion to mangle
In full wither, cannot sleep
There ain't a soul around
In all God's, all God's country now
Come meet me with the morphine in the engine room
We'll exit this, can't touch your wrist without weeping
My patron saint of the evening
When the rain don't touch the ground
In all God's, all God's country now
Now I've got three dilemmas
One I leave unspoken
A legend to my left age, no ride home
A mystery in progress
Somewhere across the canyon
In a rental I've never been
You're praying at a full sprint
For me
And I was your guest to meet the heiress
I smoke out back
Fish through my jacket and practice
Practically nothing
Lest my lost gets found
In all God's, all God's country now
By the one, two, threes
I'll steal occasion to mangle
In full wither, cannot sleep
There ain't a soul around
In all God's, all God's country now
Come meet me with the morphine in the engine room
We'll exit this, can't touch your wrist without weeping
My patron saint of the evening
When the rain don't touch the ground
In all God's, all God's country now
Now I've got three dilemmas
One I leave unspoken
A legend to my left age, no ride home
A mystery in progress
Somewhere across the canyon
In a rental I've never been
You're praying at a full sprint
For me
And I was your guest to meet the heiress
I smoke out back
Fish through my jacket and practice
Practically nothing
Lest my lost gets found
In all God's, all God's country now
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