Lead ‘em astray.
A twelve-string in the hands
of a blind man dressed
in a big city business suit,
black glasses, fedora.
They tap their toes,
but the reaper will come.
No mercy, no mercy!
Finger and thumb –
let him preach away.
The gospel won’t cover
the blues man’s beat.
He’ll strive for the heart,
but I’ll capture their feet.
Lead ‘em astray.
No mercy, no mercy!
A twelve-string bible
in the hands of a man
dressed for business.
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