Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 7.25/10 [4 votes]Album: Letter To You / Original Release Date: 2020-10-23Genre: RockSong Duration: 6 min 50 sec
Part of the hammond demos.(recorded by allan clarke on solo album in 1975) written by bruceWell there’s a light on yonder mountainAnd it’s calling me to shineThere’s a girl over by the water fountainAnd she’s asking to be mineAnd ain’t that jesus, he’s standing in the doorwayWith a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fineHe says we need you up in dodge city, son’cause there’s oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaw)Tryin’ to work the same lineWell now if jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and papa rode shotgun for the fargo lineThere’s still too many outlawsTryin’ to work the same lineNow old sweet virgin maryShe runs the holy grail saloonWhere for a nickel they’ll give you whiskyAnd the personally blessed balloonAnd the holy ghost, he’s the host with the mostHe runs the burlesque showWhere they let you in for freeBut oh hit you for your soul when you goAnd mary serves mass on sundayAnd then she sells her body on mondayTo the bootlegger who will pay the highest priceBut he don’t know he got stuck with a loserMary’s a stone junkie, what’s more she’s a boozerAnd she’s only been made once or twiceBy some kind of magicWell things ain’t been the same in heavenEver since big bad bobby came to townHe’s been known to down elevenAnd then ask for another roundAnd me I got scabs on my kneesFrom kneeling way too longI gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belongAnd forget about the old friends and the old timesBecause there’s just too many new boysTryin’ to work the same lineWell now if jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and papa rode shotgun for the fargo lineThere’s still too many bad boysTryin’ to work the same lineNow there’s a light on yonder mountainAnd it’s calling me to shineThere’s a girl by the water fountainAnd she’s asking to be mineAnd jesus, he’s standing in the doorwayWith his six-guns drawn, and ready to fanHe says we need you son, up in dodge cityBut I’m already overdue in cheyenne