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I used to play the harp in the St. Joe’s Band

Blow my lungs out for salvation

«Suck those reeds, boy, and be a man

And wait in hell for an ovation.»

God left me peace, left me free, left me be

Left me swinging in the breeze

Like a coward on my knees

Unpeacefully retreating

I used to play the harp in a garage band

For the bullies and all their marijuana

White boys' blues are all secondhand

But blow it hard when you got 'em

Blow it in the coves

In the ditches, in the streams

In the cemeteries

Where the statues never bleed

And the gravel pit that fluttered

With the steam shovels covered

By the water and the danger and the weeds

And the parties in the basements

Of all the broken homes

Of the girls whose fathers

Are gone and had to roam

Gotta roam, gotta roam

Gotta roam, gotta roam

God left me peace, left me free, left me be

Left me swinging in the breeze

Like a coward on my knees

Unpeacefully retreating

God left me peace, left me free, left me be

Left me swinging in the breeze

Like a flicker through the trees

Unpeacefully retreating

I used to play the harp in the St. Joe’s Band

Blow my lungs out for salvation

I wanna get paid like any man

And find my heaven waiting

Take all your bullshit when you make a stand

And your big house burns down slowly

A thousand souls of the faithful wake

To haunt your house unholy

Go away, go away, you holy ghost

Take your party out to the coast

I can’t be your gracious host

I don’t play the harmonica

God left me peace, left me free, left me be

Left me swinging in the breeze

Like a flicker through the trees

Unpeacefully retreating

God left me peace, left me free, left me be

Left me swinging in the breeze

Like a coward on my knees

Unpeacefully retreating, retreating

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