Terry Callier Be My Woman
Gather round right now and hear me whisper
The words of the prison, the words of laughter
The lords and the ladies were fixing their hairdos
Cursing the lovers, cursing the Bible
Hallowed be my name
Yelling at fathers
Screaming at mothers
Hallowed be my name
Come all you sinners, come now in your glory
And my ears will listen to your dirty stories
You're fighting to grow up, you're sure on your way down
Cursing the lovers, cursing the Bible
Hallowed be my name
Yelling at fathers
Screaming at mothers
Hallowed be my name
Sluts and the hookers have taken your money
The queens are out dancing, but now they're not funny
'Cause there goes one walkin' away with your sonny
Cursing the lovers, cursing the Bible
Hallowed be my name
Yelling at fathers
Screaming at mothers
Hallowed be my name
