SWEET JESUS BLUES

Sweet Jesus lead me out of these blues.
Swing low, sweet chariot, where are you?
Haunted by demons who rise to accuse.
Sins of the father - now the son pays the dues . . .

Make that harmonica lament and moan.
Make like Ulysses lonely for home.
Failed all my trials. 'Fraid the seeds I have sown . . . Eaten by birds . . . lost among stones . . .

If you had to choose, I wouldn't choose me.
If you needed saving, hope someone's closer to you than me.
Don't depend on me . . .

Sweet Jesus help these blues go away.
I'm a scarecrow all dressed in rags
From the wardrobe of Dorian Gray.
Put on some new threads, let go of these chains . . .