Expecting Rain

Yes and only if she was lying by me and I lye in my bed once again

- The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
.. On the very next day, with a nose full of pus ...

But you don't know what is happening in here
Do you Mr Jones?

-“Well,” she says, “you just don’t seem like you do!”
... I said, “You’re way wrong”

You can draw it on this

.. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go....

But I been out a-ramblin’ ‘round
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home

... Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

let me die on my footsteps

I hope your satisfied

JOhn Wesley Harding was a friend of the poor.

He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.

When I was down in poverty you taught me how to give.

She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind

Baby let me follow you down

..It will lead you into some strange pursuits

She'd come away from a broken home had lots of strange affairs

come in she said I'll give you shelter from the storm

Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care?

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

I went to a party there once

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold!

Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door.