I can't come around here again, probably won't hear the 'Cluck ol' Hen'
Electric's what I like, it really turns on the lights
Got a Chinese Strat for a steal on love lost in Olive Hill
And the boy's in college now, he probably got him a college gal
My little brother lives down south, swings on a string from an open mouth
And he waits the days away and every day he works my momma prays
Oh Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord
I landed on the planet in the middle of the week and I was healthy but my mom was weak
And her mother made a fuss, cried to Kansas on a Greyhound bus
But I learned to live where they lay the dead on satin sheets and the baby's breath
And I hated nothing more than the smell of flowers in the grocery store
Oh Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Lord
Oh, Lord
Lord
Oh Lord
I was thinking 'bout song about a song about Spanish leather brought big tears to my brown eyes
I wondered could there ever be another, Mr. Zimmerman sing it again
A Spanish princess across the golden ocean, could she be the one that's true
Where on Earth did you get that notion, to find some royalty for you
Oh Lord