CH:

All of my luck’s been wearin’ thin

Let the breeze bring it home

Throw these ashes to the wind

Let me fall on the cornerstone

V1:

All the children were singing hosannas

While the devil tickled his piana

Down in the viper pit

His ragtime wouldn’t quit

When you catch a stiff whiff of death

You’ll know when to hold your breath

And when it all goes to hell

You’ll have a true story to tell

V2:

I sat my last dollar aside

I get to gamblin’ with my tithe

I bet the farm all on black

Dharma like Kerouac

But my preacher had more to spend

He threw a big stack right on red

He thinks he’s quite the judge

But all he does is hold a grudge

V3:

You might hear the hissin’ of fire

As iron sharpens iron

But everything left in vain

Will be made right as rain

There ain’t no time to pretend

From the east, look to the west

What can you hope to see

But for a reason to believe