Knoxville

I woke up in Knoxville with a rosary in my hand And I’m not even catholic, maybe God will understand Because the last thing I remember, I was hoping for a hand And that was just before the lights went out exactly as he planned I thought about just going home but I could hardly stand But that’s alright. I was cooking on an open fire eating everything but hope Until the ashes that I left behind left just enough rope For them to track me down and hang me but they only took my dope And then they sent me on my way and tried to sell it to the pope But he sent it right on back to me packed in some laundry soap So that’s alright. So I tried to show my penitence by dangling from a wire While I was looking up to heaven I was feeling for the fire But when I looked into the face of God, he just looked sick and tired And said “Nobody cares what I might think ‘less I’m preaching to the choir” I said, “Hold on now, wait, just come on back. Let’s make everyone a liar, That’d be alright.” So we got an understanding now, the man upstairs and me And if I leave his well enough alone he’ll return the favor free And I don’t owe nobody nothing that they do not owe to me And I don’t worry ‘bout my journey home, ‘cause I got everything I need This story comes full circle now, as anyone can see We’re alright. Because anything can happen down in Knoxville On a Friday night.