Yeah, I know I got religion
Yeah, relocating my caddy to the golden highway
Getting myself all cracked up on the poppy and pills
Cranberry orange vodka spills
But I can see those distant hills
And this is where I want to be
With human of her craft is made
Now everything I see like Jesus drafted me
Yeah, I dropped myself a penny off the william penn's head
Yeah, I watched the fall off the city hall
Yeah, I get my pictures ??? in seventy-six
Friends of the mind in a jar of the psychedelical kind
I won't be kind, I won't rewind
The friends that I had played too cool, I cut them off from the fire
Now I stopped using picks and not a thing between me and my guitar
Everyday when I feel blue I write a strummer for you
You yourself have said we can't get an ahead
But I said that you have won if we got religion
Religion, it's got me in its sway
Yeah I know I got religion
Yeah, relocating my caddy to the golden highway