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...