Ray Wylie Hubbard - Resurrection lyrics
[Ray Wylie Hubbard - Resurrection lyrics]
There was something 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 off in LA
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something a-come a-shining in that
Smoky little room
Lit up like a thousand candles
In a Middle Eastern tomb
And an angel lay on the mattress
And spoke of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and
Whiskey on her breath
He was long 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 is filled with music and the
Other is filled with thunder
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
I never thought to ask him but
The thought seemed mighty slim
That he'd ever much believed in God
Or God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman but
Like truth they set him free
And now he wonders in confusion
For he's lost his poetry
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well they say there's something coming but
They don't say what it is
And the judgement might be yours and
Then again it might be his
It might be William Bonney, mescalito
Or El Cid it might be Spanish Johnny
Then again it might be Captain Kid
He was long 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 is filled with music and the
Other is filled with thunder
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
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 off in LA
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Something a-come a-shining in that
Smoky little room
Lit up like a thousand candles
In a Middle Eastern tomb
And an angel lay on the mattress
And spoke of history and death
With perfume on her lingerie and
Whiskey on her breath
He was long 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 is filled with music and the
Other is filled with thunder
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
I never thought to ask him but
The thought seemed mighty slim
That he'd ever much believed in God
Or God believed in him
But they both believed in a woman but
Like truth they set him free
And now he wonders in confusion
For he's lost his poetry
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
Well they say there's something coming but
They don't say what it is
And the judgement might be yours and
Then again it might be his
It might be William Bonney, mescalito
Or El Cid it might be Spanish Johnny
Then again it might be Captain Kid
He was long 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 is filled with music and the
Other is filled with thunder
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone
He was long gone
He was gone when they rolled away the stone