Moses Guest — Saint Mo lyrics

Lyrics

Moses was a good man — He was a very good man
Made his way through the southland — Yes, he made his way
A fearless southern gentleman — Fearless southern gentleman
Made his way by walking — Yeah, yeah, making his way
Shot a hundred men in the Red Brigade — Shot them in a very good way
In the blood-red Appa-la-chi-a — In the blood-red hills
Drinking banjo-whisky, drunk all day — We want to get drunk all day
And a sixteen children family — Oh ba-by
Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain
Now a twenty-first century rock ‘n' roll band — Yeah, yeah, rock ‘n' roll band
And a wayward son and four good men — We do all that we can
Going to raise him up from the dirty land — Raise him up from the dirty old land
Somehow seems like a good plan — Yeah, yeah, a very good plan
Down the Tugaloo River and the Seneca Hills — Going down the Tuglaoo’s
blood-red hills
All the way to Georgia and the hickory still — All the way to Georgia,
we want to drink
Off highway sixty-three, I feel — Yeah, yeah, think and feel
If we can’t find him, no one will — Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes, he did it his way
Into Carolina on a Georgia day
What can I do, and what can I say?
You’ve got to deliver my pain