OH, JESUS
Oh Jesus, my feet are up on your couch.
I am listening to Appalachian folk songs
from a hundred years ago. The words are distant
and the melodies just aren't like that any more.
They're saying you flew through their skies
like a raging wind chasing the flooding river.
I don't know much about that, but I can
certainly get the gist. Old Mama Muffin,
and that guy with the corncob pipe.
Oh Jesus, my feet are up on your couch.
I am listening to Appalachian folk songs
from a hundred years ago. The words are distant
and the melodies just aren't like that any more.
They're saying you flew through their skies
like a raging wind chasing the flooding river.
I don't know much about that, but I can
certainly get the gist. Old Mama Muffin,
and that guy with the corncob pipe.
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