Can he climb old Caney Mountain?
Can he outrun this Crusading mob of men
Who aim to kill him with the Crucifix they'd fished out of Hodgsons Mill
They drug her cold, blue body from its depths
That old relic served to drown her as a millstone round her neck
Can he clear that western wall which looms large out the Ozarks side?
Calls of men and dogs are closer as is the end of his life
Could he ever find forgiveness from those gospels he came to preach
Held her down as he baptized her so that heaven she might reach
High shined sequined buckle in that Bible belt
High shined sequined buckle in the middle of that Bible belt
