There's nothing 'round here I believe in. 'Cept you, yeah you. And there's nothing to me that's sacred. 'Cept you, yeah you. . You're the one that reaches me.
Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track. Something's out of whack. Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail. Gonna leave a greasy trail. . Gonna travel the world is what I'm gonna do.
It's been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes,. My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose.. Searching for the truth the way God designed it,.
Nothin' 'round here to me that's sacred. 'Cept you, yeah you. Nothin' 'round here to me that matters. 'Cept you, yeah you. . You're the one that reaches me.