Charlie Musselwhite - Resurrection lyrics
[Charlie Musselwhite - Resurrection lyrics]
Somethin' heavy coming down like
Easter in the air and he woke up Sunday
Morning with some flowers in his hair
Looking like the face of
Jesus in his final agony
That they found on that old winding
Sheet way down in LA
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something came a-shining in that
Smoky little room
Shining like a thousand candles in
A Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and
Speaking of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and
Whiskey on her breath
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert
Picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire
Sometimes he's the fuse
He's loadin' up his saddlebags out
On the edge of wonder
One's filled with music and the
Other's filled with thunder
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well, I never thought to ask but
The thought seemed mighty slim
If he believed in God or
If God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman
And the truth it set him free
And now he wonders in confusion
He's lost his poetry
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Easter in the air and he woke up Sunday
Morning with some flowers in his hair
Looking like the face of
Jesus in his final agony
That they found on that old winding
Sheet way down in LA
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something came a-shining in that
Smoky little room
Shining like a thousand candles in
A Middle Eastern tomb
An angel lay on the mattress and
Speaking of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and
Whiskey on her breath
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
And they found him in the desert
Picking flowers for the muse
Sometimes he's the fire
Sometimes he's the fuse
He's loadin' up his saddlebags out
On the edge of wonder
One's filled with music and the
Other's filled with thunder
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well, I never thought to ask but
The thought seemed mighty slim
If he believed in God or
If God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman
And the truth it set him free
And now he wonders in confusion
He's lost his poetry
He was gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone