I'd like to dedicate this next song
to a good buddy of mine
that's been helping us
this weekend.
Let's see if I can remember
these lyrics.
She reads the leaves
And she leads the life
That she learned so well
from the old wives
it's too strange to arrange it
you know I wouldn't change it
but hear me if you're near me can
I just rearrange it
well the watchman covers me
Well, can't see and it's hard to feel
I think his magic might be real
I can't get to you from
your garden gate
Because it's always locked
by your magistrate
He don't care why you cry
You know he thinks it's just a lie
Well to get out, no I don't doubt
I'll let you make a try
If the good times get you through
Well I know the dogs won't bother you
We'll be gone in moonshine time
You see I've got a place
they could never ever find you
You know,
well I do believe in your hexagram
But can you tell me
how they all knew the plan?
Did you trip or did you slip on their gifts?
You know we're just a con
Well you knew it so why'd you do it?
I've been hiding in the dark
Well, I must be on my way
Well, I guess you really have to stay
Inside the mission walls
On the banks of the
Caledonia Road
You