Yeah, I know I got religion It took me away It took me away 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 Now I'm strumming away 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 It's got me in its sway
Yeah I know I got religion It took me away It took me away Yeah, relocating my caddy to the golden highwayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
