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Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People

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I was born in a tragedy
Grew up in a comedy
My friends preached theology
My neighbors philosophy
And crooked were the ways I got used to
I took a dime here, a dime there
I headed out for anywhere
Found myself a love affair
And fled her in my underwear
Staying was a thing I refused to

And when the nights got dark and lonely
It kind of confused me
All these people, the poets and preachers
Who tried to convince me
Of their right and wrong
And somehow tried to entomb me
In their visions of where man's gone
Well, I'll tell you what, he's out on Highway One

I roamed the Eastern city
Hungry and all gritty
Chased by girls so pretty
Feeling dandy and all witty
Aching like a grape in the sunshine
I took a pill here, a pill there
I headed West somewhere
Following the golden flare
Muttering the Lord's Prayer
Knowing it was all in my bloodline

And when the nights got dark and lonely
It kind of amused me
That the right and wrong of the preachers 
Would never convince me
To turn round, to go home, to repent
To ask the Good Lord to see me
When the prettiest thing was on
And everybody's dancing on Highway One

I joined the army in the fall
Of '69 outside a mall
I'd barely dodged a brawl
When a sergeant came to call
(Boys, ain't it time to commit soon?)
I shot a man here, a man there
I shot my bullets everywhere
I inhaled the Holy Spirit's air
Sitting in the Devil's chair
Praying for that lonesome man on the moon

And when the nights got dark and lonely
It didn't surprise me
That no poets and preachers there
were trying to convince me
That there were something wrong and something right
To guide me
When with peace at the end of a gun
I smelt napalm and human flesh burning on Highway One

I returned, I grew cold
I got lost, was paroled
I went home to grow old
And withdrew, so I'm told
But my friends still came to see me
I spent a day here, a day there
Two summers down in Delaware
Sitting in a wheelchair
Sweltering in the hot air
Waiting for redemption to free me

And when the nights got dark and lonely
I thought of my father
Would it be different if back then
He just had bothered
To talk 'bout all things past
To talk 'bout my mother
Well, it's easier thought than done
When you're 'bout to exit Highway One

Well, if Abe can be in Bob's dream
Bob can be in mine
Stealing lines from others
Well, I'm guilty of that crime
Praying that the Good Lord will pardon me
I take a line here, a line there
I take my lines from everywhere
Burns, Baudelaire
Dylan Thomas, old Voltaire
Hoping nobody will sue me

'Cause when the nights get dark and lonely
It's time to imagine
All these men and women who so desperately
Try to examine
The nature of man and all end up 
Being so saddened
When the mystery is undone
And everybody's laughing out on Highway One

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