Oh, the spirit
Oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to my desire
My desire
I was only eight years old
When he rode into town
Riding on a black horse six-string
With the sun going down
I said, "Mama, let me play with the matches
Oh, he's like a preacher with the flames in his eyes
Mama, let me play with the matches
He lights up every inch of the sky"
Oh, the spirit
Oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to my desire
My desire
I was only twenty-one
Driving into LA
Tobacco sunburst twelve-string
Was gonna have it my way
Mama, let me play with the matches
I'm like a preacher with the fire in her eyes
Mama, let me play with the matches
I'm gonna light up every inch of the sky
Oh, the spirit
Oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to my desire
My desire
Now I'm rolling down the road
Pulling into your town
Riding with trouble in my hand
I'm gonna burn it all down, oh
Oh, the spirit
Oh, the fire
And blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to, oh, my desire
My desire
My desire
My desire
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