He was born and raised by a cowboy in a junkyard
Bless his wary bones, paved the way for all the rest to come
He can make you go along
(I said) lord, please have mercy on him
Since he came here first his sunken eyes have seen a lot of change
The ghosts of his youth haunt him from upon the desert stage
He can make you go along
(I said) Lord, please have mercy on him
Stoned on to the wet sand
Fly over the bedsheets baby
Wrong, all that you know is
Wrong, all that you ever thought you knew
