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.
Copyright © Rob Gable | Year Posted 2007
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