Il testo della King of south

Thy will be done here on this highway
In every house and field i pray
All in meekness yield, aided by want
Among stranger people to disgrace so soon i've come

Drift like sleep into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy name's sake el matador, louisiana

Full of bulls, blood and what not
And coarse jest to a tight knot
You are not acquainted with your own heart
Frozen prayer upon my lips
Inside the blood runs hot
He was reviled, yet he reviled not

Drift like sleep into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy name's sake el matador, louisiana

Like a voice in an empty house
Breathe your breath and speak to me
Speak to me
It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
What matter if the wind cast it down with a ruthless hand?
'cause we remember always that it took place forever
Thy kingdom come in whosoever

Drift like sleep into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy name's sake el matador, louisiana

Drift like sleep into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy name's sake el matador, louisiana

Like a voice in an empty house
Breathe your breath and speak to me
And speak through me
Speak to me
Speak to me