You look so good to me, you never change. Lord has it really been so long. Somehow old mystery, don't matter now. Or who was right, and who was wrong.
Love of money is the root of all evil. Love of money is the root of all evil. Love of money is the work of the devil. Love of money. . She began running for the border and her life.
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.