The Long Ryders - Final wild son lyrics

Starting out from Ferraday like a runaway bus Moving north toward Memphis in a cloud of highway dust Rolling to the rhythm of a sound he never hears He's possessed by something which never comes quite clear Although it might be coming from above It always brings him down I'm sorry Mr. Phillips about Presley and the rest But as you know I'm Elmo's boy, I'm different from the rest From Tupelo to Natchez they all answer to my name Their belief in God above is driving them insane And if I die before I wake, there'll be no soul left to take Hellfire is a-callin' like a leper come a-crawlin' Kicking down the doors of your life Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind They ain't gigs when they's your life Hellfire is a-bawlin' like some baby come a-crawlin' Kicking down the doors of your life Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind They ain't gigs when they's your life