| Song | World Of Strange Design |
| Artist | Rosanne Cash |
| Album | The River & The Thread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| Well you’re not from around here | |
| You’re probably not our kind | |
| It’s hot from March to Christmas | |
| And other things you’ll find | |
| (Verse) | |
| Won’t fit your old ideas | |
| Their line is shifting sands, | |
| You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
| To a crumbling promise land | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I guess I’ll start at the beginning | |
| The world of strange design | |
| (Verse) | |
| Well I’d like to have the ocean | |
| But I’d settle for the rain | |
| Humbly as for true love | |
| There was such a price to pay | |
| (Verse) | |
| This room was filled with trouble | |
| And sacraments deceived | |
| And I’m with you, we’re in the shade | |
| Of his weeping willow tree | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I’ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design | |
| (Verse) | |
| We talk about your drinking | |
| But not about your thirst | |
| You set off through the mine field | |
| Like you were round in first | |
| (Verse) | |
| So open up their window | |
| And hand the baby through | |
| Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
| And she’ll know what to do | |
| (Chorus) | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| They’ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design |
| Verse | |
| Well you' re not from around here | |
| You' re probably not our kind | |
| It' s hot from March to Christmas | |
| And other things you' ll find | |
| Verse | |
| Won' t fit your old ideas | |
| Their line is shifting sands, | |
| You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
| To a crumbling promise land | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I guess I' ll start at the beginning | |
| The world of strange design | |
| Verse | |
| Well I' d like to have the ocean | |
| But I' d settle for the rain | |
| Humbly as for true love | |
| There was such a price to pay | |
| Verse | |
| This room was filled with trouble | |
| And sacraments deceived | |
| And I' m with you, we' re in the shade | |
| Of his weeping willow tree | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design | |
| Verse | |
| We talk about your drinking | |
| But not about your thirst | |
| You set off through the mine field | |
| Like you were round in first | |
| Verse | |
| So open up their window | |
| And hand the baby through | |
| Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
| And she' ll know what to do | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| They' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design |
| Verse | |
| Well you' re not from around here | |
| You' re probably not our kind | |
| It' s hot from March to Christmas | |
| And other things you' ll find | |
| Verse | |
| Won' t fit your old ideas | |
| Their line is shifting sands, | |
| You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
| To a crumbling promise land | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I guess I' ll start at the beginning | |
| The world of strange design | |
| Verse | |
| Well I' d like to have the ocean | |
| But I' d settle for the rain | |
| Humbly as for true love | |
| There was such a price to pay | |
| Verse | |
| This room was filled with trouble | |
| And sacraments deceived | |
| And I' m with you, we' re in the shade | |
| Of his weeping willow tree | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| I' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design | |
| Verse | |
| We talk about your drinking | |
| But not about your thirst | |
| You set off through the mine field | |
| Like you were round in first | |
| Verse | |
| So open up their window | |
| And hand the baby through | |
| Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
| And she' ll know what to do | |
| Chorus | |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
| If tears began to rise | |
| They' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
| In this world of strange design |