Queer Eyed Boy

I'm gonna wake you this morning

You'll drag your head out of bed

And you're gonna rub your little eyes and say

"Mama, why's the sky so red?"

Yeah, folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy

Always pointing at the stars"

I've seen a crow with the devil's heart

A pastor fool with two heads

And I've often wondered why such things are born

And what sort of future lays ahead

And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy

Always singing to the stars"

Oh, folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy

Always playing on his guitar"

Now I can smell it in these itchy winds

And sense it coming from afar

Oh, I can feel it all begin within

I hear the golden string guitar

And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy

Always praying to the stars"

And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy