Crown of Thorns (Live)

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory? Said he who rides a pony must someday fall I was talking to my alter, he said life is what you make it And if you make it death, well, rest your soul away Away, away, yeah It's a broken kind of feeling, yeah, to tie me to the ceiling A bad moon's a comin', better say your prayers Wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter? I just can't stand to see you dragging down again Again, again So I'm singing, this is my kind of love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher This bottle's not a prayer, not a prayer in sight I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over, honey Said Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time And it moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone Oh, this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that, it's the kind that Leaves me alone, yeah Like a crown of thorns It's all who you know So don't burn your bridges, woman Someday, yeah Oh-oh, oh-oh, my kinda love Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh That one's for Andy Wood, he loved Dallas I think of Dallas, I think about him