The Devil's Southern soul
Needs a friend I'm told
He works all day in the sun
He fancies himself a man tight in the mouth
Blue eyes and bitter on the tongue
And I think he'd like rivers
I think he'd like sand
I think he'd like stayin' up and listenin' to some old bluegrass band
I think he'd like me
When I'm down and out
Bearin' songs teeth and eyes filled with doubt
He walks on water they say
Lives on a dollar a day
Two teeth and a fish on the line
Never understood the words mine or should
Will sell all he owns for a dime
And I think he'd like rivers
I think he'd like sand
I think he'd like stayin' up and listenin' to some old bluegrass band
I think he'd like me
When I'm down and out
Bearin' songs teeth and eyes filled with doubt
Un-contrary to common belief
I've got a devil and an angel in me
Though equally wise
It's no surprise
That they respectfully disagree
'Cause the angel I breathe
And the devil in me
Sip tea in the rain, cordially
Laughing over friends
In puffs of green
Falling asleep to the cool of Madrone trees
Waitin' for the one that they made in their mind
And sittin' all the while side by side
Waitin' for the one that they made in their mind
And sittin' all the while side by side
Waitin' for the one that they made in their mind
And sittin' all the while side by side
Waitin' for the one that they made in their mind
And I know they like rivers
I know they like sand
I know they like singing out pretending they're some old bluegrass man
They're a lot like me
When I'm down and out
Bearin' songs, teeth, and eyes filled with doubt
Bearin' songs, teeth, and eyes filled with doubt