There's a man with hands of cracked leather
There's another man with his hand on his chin,
One appears too high to get up
Its hard to tell where the hell he's been.
One could only wonder
What his sins are
Or how the hell he could ever get it right.
Just then he gets up and shouts
Hidy hidy ho
Another round for anyone drinking here tonight.
And when you find me my body will be battered
I had to search the dark for the light.
It was the only light that appeared to me that mattered
All the rest, appeared to be bright lies.
Let the moon oh hide under milky skies
Let the sunshine through heavy souls
May your fevered lips get that first cool sip
Of the wine that keeps you from feeling alone.
There's a painting of a man
with a rifle on his shoulder
but the shadow it casts appears he's playing bagpipes.
He wouldn't mind hearing one of those old songs
Before electricity before electric light
Give him one where God's amazing grace
is erased from that book, it ain't true.
Only a man could come up with such rage.
A loving God would never turn his back on you.
One where an angry man finds laughter
Once he beat all the beauty out of his life.
Or maybe one where the beat moves a little faster
Something that keeps us on the sunny side of life