I've never had much respect for the drunkards I knew.
So my grandfathers body lie dead on a bed in his room.
And I never had much but my father would work to the bone and then quit and come home
And Jesus Christ was always on my mind.
There's a woman who has haunted my thoughts since I was 15 years old.
She got married to a farmer and lives in Chicago, I'm told.
And under African skys it was there that I lied and I told you that I would be brave.
But your fathers Jesus trip made me afraid.
I never thought much of the drugs, I was having a blast.
And I always got strapped even if I was strapped for cash.
till one night I got stoned and I woke up alone and I crawled to the bathroom in shivers.
And I opened my mouth and nothing came out. Accept a vague lofty prayer for forgiveness.
and I prayed to Jesus Christ to save my life.