Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love
We passed upon the stairs Spoken was and when Although I wasn't there He said, "I was his friend" Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines, in the pines Where the sun don't ever shine I would shiver the
Many a hand scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belonged to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted
If I had to lose a mile If I had to touch feelings I would lose my soul The way I do I don't have to think I only have to do it The results are always
Where the bad folks go when they die They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See em' again 'til the 4th of July I knew