Queer Eyed Boy

I'm gonna wake you this morning

And drag your head out of bed

You're gonna rub your little eyes and say

Mama why's the sky so red?

And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy

Always pointing at the stars

I've seen the crow with the devils horn

I've pat the bull with two heads

I've often wondered why such things are born

And what sort of future lays ahead

And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy

Always singin to the stars

And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy

Always playing on his guitar

Now i could smell it in these itchy winds

And sense it coming from afar

Oh i could feel it all begin within

I hear the golden stringed guitar