I'm gonna wake you this morning
You'll drag your head out of bed
And you're gonna rub your little eyes and say
"Mama, why's the sky so red?"
Yeah, folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy
Always pointing at the stars"
I've seen a crow with the devil's heart
A pastor fool with two heads
And I've often wondered why such things are born
And what sort of future lays ahead
And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy
Always singing to the stars"
Oh, folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy
Always playing on his guitar"
Now I can smell it in these itchy winds
And sense it coming from afar
Oh, I can feel it all begin within
I hear the golden string guitar
And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy
Always praying to the stars"
And folks'll say, "There goes that queer-eyed boy
