Canyon Road
The hills are hurt and burnt and brown, got no use for this town
Road winds through them like a scar, that’s the view from this car
Some small town padre’s looking for a big-time congregation
Three white crosses on a hill, 50,000 watt AM station
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This is the canyon road I take each day
This is the canyon road I take each way
This is the canyon road I take to pray
This is the canyon road
The trees are rare and scare the eye, no match for a red sky
Wind blows through them like a whore Ð dry and cold and sore
In the padre’s room is a catalog of sacred memorabilia
The work is slow, the souls are few, the Jesus trade so quite it could kill ya
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The White girl asks “Are you a Jew?” Why deny what is true?
Read your bible, what a shock. Your hero is a rabbi, flock.
The small town padre is looking for a fresh new crucifixion
When the trade’s as bad as this, you gotta find a name for the affliction
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