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Bluebird on a telephone line
How are you? I'm feeling fine
Sweetly do I whisper your name
Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel

On the wrong side of the tracks
The facts are tricky to explain
Cold front bearing down

Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you get.
Wonder have you learned a dirty word - did you forget?
'Cause there's talk on the street...
say sugar taste sweet...
but it'll tear you apart...
when what's easy on the eyes...
is hard on the heart...
when you're loving...

If Jesus drove a motor home
I wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real slow?
Checking out the stereo
Cassette playing Bob Dylan, motivation tapes

Tricked up Winnebago, with the tie-dye drapes
If Jesus drove a motor home
If Jesus drove a motor home

Dixie is a scourge and a scar
and a girl in my heart
and a state of mind.

Jesus is the man with a plan...
he's a short haired Mexican friend of mine.

This small town crowd will drag you down--

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

I am a two hours of pushin' broom buys a
Eight by ten four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means

3 A.M. I'm awakened
By a sweet summer rain
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train
Was I dreaming
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed?
Am I hearing things?
Or in the next room
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing?

Well I was shacked up down in the mobile
With a girl from New York city
She woke me up one night to tell me
That we weren't alone.
She said she saw the ghost
of a woman staring at me
I told her not to worry
But in the morning when I woke up,She was gone

Long about an hour before sunrise
she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river
wrapped in a red velvet curtain
stolen from the movie theater where she works.
Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose...
and watches as the flood waters spin him around once, then carry him away.
Then she removes the golden ring upon her finger...and she throws it in.

Your world is in flames there ain't even a name
For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn.
There's a girl in the distance, she's calling your name,
But the name that she's calling is not your name, she calls:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's plowing the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!