Some folks need God

This I never understood until I saw the dust of rock bottom on the knees of my friend

And how it all was taken from him

The word ain't clean Put that gun down and lean on me.

If these limbs don't shake

The air will bore me stiff and still awake

The wagon bucks right here at the end of my drive It's where I found this friend of mine

And God knows I can't get clean

Knock that dust off and put it on me Or pile it up and call me the king.

I pray that they'll wait

For us beyond some pearly gates

Watch for our hand to poke on through

And wave goodbye as we choose to die as men, again.

If your head's on the track

Then my head's on the track too

 If you're not coming back then I'm not coming back too.

Some folks need God

This I never understood until I saw the fear in my dad's crying eyes

Saw his end as some surprise

Oh, son, I don't wanna' go! I'll miss this earth I barely know

I love your momma so tell her so.

Oh How I worry . . .

That some folks need fear

This I never understood til I saw the dust I wear wasn't on loan

All this time it was my own

The dust clouds, in space they sing,

Come join us, boy, you ain't no king.