Ray Wylie Hubbard - Weevils lyrics
[Ray Wylie Hubbard - Weevils lyrics]
John the Revelator's knocking at my door
John the Revelator's knocking at my door
Got an "0" Resonator made in 1934
Weevils in my cotton, crows in my corn
Weevils in my cotton, crows in my corn
You say my Redeemer wears a crown of thorns
I know a woman, she make a freight train moan
I know a woman, she make a freight train moan
She combs her hair with catfish bones
I threw a nickel in a wishing well
I threw a nickel in a wishing well
If I get to heaven only time will tell
I'm going where the water
It tastes like wine
I'm going where the water
It tastes like wine
Water in Texas here tastes like turpentine
Weevils in my cotton and crows in my corn
Weevils in my cotton and crows in my corn
You say my Redeemer
He wears a crown of thorns
You say my Redeemer
He wears a crown of thorns
John the Revelator's knocking at my door
Got an "0" Resonator made in 1934
Weevils in my cotton, crows in my corn
Weevils in my cotton, crows in my corn
You say my Redeemer wears a crown of thorns
I know a woman, she make a freight train moan
I know a woman, she make a freight train moan
She combs her hair with catfish bones
I threw a nickel in a wishing well
I threw a nickel in a wishing well
If I get to heaven only time will tell
I'm going where the water
It tastes like wine
I'm going where the water
It tastes like wine
Water in Texas here tastes like turpentine
Weevils in my cotton and crows in my corn
Weevils in my cotton and crows in my corn
You say my Redeemer
He wears a crown of thorns
You say my Redeemer
He wears a crown of thorns
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