A poor boy in rich man's clothes. A young child with an old man's soul. A prostitute with long term goals. A blue collar priest. . I won't lie for an honest buck.
Cold hard rain. Is dancing on my soul. Riding a pale horse. I'm knocking on Hades' door. . Cold hard rain. Wild Texas flood. Is rolling through my blood.
Gypsy woman, come inside now. And take a load off your feet. You've been pounding the pavement. Ain't told a fortune in weeks. . She spends here money on tequila.