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Easter morning, Tennessee
She come draggin' round the bend
Hooked on OP40, barely alive
She come heartbroke and looking for a ride
Cuz all she'd ever known, on the dark side of the road
The call of the wild, rock and roll
Cursing the turnpike she started to sing
Make me an angel lord, fly me away
Humming along now on muddy feet
Crossing the churchyard
You better believe
Spookin' the God fearing folks in the pews
As the preacher gives the news
Even Jesus has got the blues
She ain't been seen since Talladega
I go shawty where you been
Nobody's heard from you in awhile
She says I come to warn ya, how i've grown thin
Nursin' on the tears of western crocodiles
Yeah, cuz all she ever saw
On the gleaming streets of gold
Of Chinatown, New Mexico
Pieces of paper dogs and debris
Busted apartments, washing machines
Humming along now on muddy feet
Crossing the churchyard
You better believe
Spookin' the God fearing folks in the pews
Oh but darlin', what's the use
Even Jesus has got the blues