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Gold |
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From another man's heel |
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If God doesn't want me, |
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Then nobody will |
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There's a path to your freedom |
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In your mama's clothes drawer |
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And it might just get you in. |
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Poor |
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As a beggar man's child |
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A life on the street has |
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Been nothing but shame. |
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I'm gonna crawl to that castle, |
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Gonna knock on the door, |
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And they might just let me in. |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Would you focus on me |
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We'll have a great big house in heaven." |
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Fruit from a lavender tree |
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I seek the comfort of sweetness |
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But it's right in my tea |
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When the birds and the scarecrows |
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Are getting along, |
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You'd think they might just let me in |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Would you focus on me |
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We'll have a great big house in heaven." |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Put your branches on me |
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And we could leave this world together." |
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The further you get from the sweet of summer, |
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The closer you get to home. |
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The further you get from the sweet of summer, |
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I said, why do you want to be somewhere you're not |
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When you're never gonna find a place |
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To untie your knot |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Would you focus on me |
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We'll have a great big house in heaven." |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Would you focus on me |
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We'll have a great big house in heaven." |
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I said, "Magnolia tree, |
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Put your branches on me. |
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And we could leave this world together. |
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We could leave this world together." |
