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(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
he should lie 
So Mary wipe your weepin' eyes 
Cause he is the balm in Gilead 
He's yet alive 
My God's not dead 

Put your hand in the hand
as hell crawls from this oblivion This funeral dirge as trumpets sound the Armageddon The blind child with the divine eye Carried along like dead young from
Tiny boat on an angry sea
Sails torn and tattered
How could Jesus be fast asleep
Like it doesn't matter
Soon as He opens His eyes
The storm just
a man that he he should lie
so Mary wipe your weeping eyes
Cause he is the balm in Gilead
He's yet alive
My God's not dead

[Chorus:]
Put your hand
he should lie 
So Mary wipe your weepin' eyes 
Cause he is the balm in Gilead 
He's yet alive 
My God's not dead 

Put your hand in the hand
the drinker 
Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger 

They label me a problem child who can't cope 
Hangin' by a thread  yes a very thin rope 
Inevitably
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the truest
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
breed
Check me with Hail-Mary's
And pray that I won't crush my seed
Crush my bloody sequency,
consume me with Hennesey
Cause I'ma do this to death
lips
Gettin it outta me, gave the weed a couple of hits
Mary Jane lately, grew some succulent tits
But everybody's hittin it, ended up dumpin that bitch