Come see me brood high and I'll wash your feet
By the one, two, threes
I'll steal occasion to mangle
In full wither, cannot sleep
There ain't a soul around
In all God's, all God's country now

Come meet me with the morphine in the engine room
We'll exit this, can't touch your wrist without weeping
My patron saint of the evening
When the rain don't touch the ground
In all God's, all God's country now

Now I've got three dilemmas
One I leave unspoken
A legend to my left age, no ride home
A mystery in progress
Somewhere across the canyon
In a rental I've never been
You're praying at a full sprint
For me

And I was your guest to meet the heiress
I smoke out back
Fish through my jacket and practice
Practically nothing
Lest my lost gets found
In all God's, all God's country now
Jack clearly want to buy the scene full on
I know it's all just rock 'n' roll to you, Jack
But some of us gotta live here
So you steal no more than they can bust you for
In all God's country now

And I'm just a running boy
Who knows he cannot be caught
I feel alright but I'm not feeling well
This newborn sentiment
Squalor we have in common
Baptism in your bedlam brouha
I am knee high on the far side
Of a doorstep in your dream