Last Song of the Preacher Man

Cold gentle nights, as owls wings flutter of these same ole lights, I'm a sayin ,"you my good friend", for the same ole empty faces, doin the same ole sin. Cursed you, do these things to me, for my body is a dangling from beyond the tree, is it only in you i see, just the same ole friendly me. Why it is you hate me boss, I know that all things are taken with a cost, remember the nights the gentle frost, when i spoke of the blessings when all was lost. But the same ole empty faces, doin the same ole sin, i knew you was just like um, but still my friend, a letter to you, still my good friend!!!