The Swimming Pool Q's - Stick In My Hand lyrics
Last night, I had a dream...
I went back to my hometown of Jackson, Mississippi.
The only problem is:
I've never been there in my life!
I was dressed up like Moses; I had a sheet on me.
I had a dirty ol' cleanin' mop fer a beard.
And, in my hand...
In my hand was a cane.
And, I hope nothin' ever happens to me...
Nothin' oughta happen to me...
Nothin' better happen to me...
In my life...
Oh no, not again!
I'm goin' back to Jackson with a stick in my hand...
I spoke with Jesus last night.
He come down out the sky; He was a Flamin' Man
He gived me a fright!
"Hop a freight for Mississippi. Forget about Ol' Cincinnati."
My mortal soul was in jeopardy; I had to obey.
I knew Baby Jesus was the only way
Back to Jackson with a stick in my hand!
I donned a linen sheet; I had a dusty old mop
That I put on my face.
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He handed me a cane and some orders from the top,
It was to be a test case
It was after dark when I hopped off that train.
I walked to the Jackson Rattler football game.
The Booster Club stared at my beard when I walked through that gate:
"I'm a buddy of the Saviour's, and I get a cut rate!"
I walked on the field; I stopped the Marching Band.
When I climbed up that scoreboard, I had a stick in my hand!
Get thee behind me!
I looked down...The goal posts became big, wigglin' snakes!
All those Rattler fans had the shakes!
The crowd cut and ran when they saw some fa-a-ang.
I was cryin' mercy, but, still them serpents sprang.
They bit the boosters!
I'm back in Cincinnati with some cuffs on my hands
I lead a cushioned life.
When, in my padded cell appears a Flamin' Man
He said that I had done right.
He lays me down, fully rest-a**ured of my glorious fate:
Cuttin' fool with St. Peter at the Pearly Gate!
Goin' back to Jackson with a stick in my hand...!