Sinners 'n' Freaks

It gets a little breezy on the wagon

Pretty soon you’re comin’ down with a cough

I think it’s about time I pack my bag and

Wave fare thee well and jump right off

Sometimes you’re dancin’ on the ceiling

Sometimes you’re face down in the mud

Oh mama, I’ve got this feeling

I sure don’t know which way is up

Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks

The ramblin’ gambler lost out at sea

The brokenhearted cast out to the streets, please

Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks

Playin’ hopscotch on the straight and narrow

Zig zaggin’ on that ol’ white line

I’ve heard it told that too much of anything

Can make any honest man go blind

Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks

The ramblin’ gambler lost out at sea

The brokenhearted cast out to the streets, please

Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks

Lord, save room for the sinners and the freaks