From the album Thief and Rescue

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Lyrics

Well you worry that guitar like it was a fish on a line
Bend it to the breaking point, then let it run
Well I been to East St. Louis. I been in a hundred delta towns
Never seen ‘em turn it like that, ‘til you come around

Go on a do it. There might be something to it
Might just be the ticket, I don’t know.
Go on and build that gospel tower
Turn my faith into a flower.
I don’t think I can make it on my own.

Well you come down from the mountain with the tablets on your hip
Blood on your fingertip, mud on your kicks.
A sonic circuit rider, a Gloryland bus driver.
Let him take his breakfast,
All aboard!

Go on a do it. There might be something to it
Might just be the ticket, I don’t know.
Go on and build that gospel tower
Turn my faith into a flower.
I don’t think I can make it on my own.

Come on, reach to the bottom and turn it out
Reach to the bottom and turn it out
Reach to the bottom and turn it out
Reach to the bottom, turn it out…

Well you worry that guitar like it was a fish on a line