Don't know nothing about the where I'll go
And I don't know a thing about the ice
Or the snow
I don't know nothing about the where I'll hide
Gonna find out something with the devil way goes
Never seen your face but you know what to do
That's a stain but it's covered in gold
Blessed all the way with a slow man's tide
Through the darkest alleyways that we know
I got to move myself out west of town
You see it's just the slowest trip the cables tow
Out past the oak, they've got ten miles of beach
And every bleeding red hand is already gone
Half the way to San Antone
If I ever make it out to where the west wind blows
Well that's a stain that we'll cover in gold
Tell it to the man we'll return what we borrowed
Every sermon will unroll and make it so
I bet my only horse on everything
And now it's broke through the gates and run away
Johnnie, come on
This rain will fall in sheets
And we'll all get drenched in that way
Where you just let it go
Let it go
Let it go