Song Lyrics
and what sort of future lays
Always playin on his guitar, and drag your head out of bed
and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
always pointin at the stars
Always singin to the stars, and you re gonna rub your little eyes and say, and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
i hear the golden string guitar
Always playin on his guitar, always prayin to the stars
and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
Oh i can feel it all begin within, and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, and sense it comin from afar
Always pointin at the stars, and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
And sense it comin from afar, always singin to the stars
I ve seen a crow with a devil s heart, and i ve often wondered why such things are born
I ve passed a bull with two heads, and drag your head out of bed Rumspringa, now i can smell it in these itchy winds
Sweetly playin on his guitar, always pointin at the stars
And folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, mama why s the sky so red
And i ve often wondered why such things are born, now i can smell it in these itchy winds, always pointin at the stars
Sweetly playin on his guitar, oh i can feel it all begin within, i ve passed a bull with two heads
and drag your head out of bed
And sense it comin from afar, and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy Eyed, and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
I ve seen a crow with a devil s heart, mama why s the sky so red
always prayin to the stars
well i m gonna wake you this morning
And folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, sweetly playin on his guitar
and folks ll say there goes that queer eyed boy
And i ve often wondered why such things are born, well i m gonna wake you this morning
Well i m gonna wake you this morning, always prayin to the stars
And i ve often wondered why such things are born, i ve seen a crow with a devil s heart
Always pointin at the stars, i hear the golden string guitar