Queer Eyed Boy

Well I’m gonna wake you this morning, and drag your head out of bed.
And you’re gonna rub your little eyes and say, Mama why’s the sky so red?
And folks’ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, always pointin' at the stars.
I’ve seen a crow with a devil’s heart, I’ve passed a bull with two heads.
And I’ve often wondered why such things are born, and what sort of future lays
ahead.
And folks’ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, always singin' to the stars,
And folks’ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, always playin' on his guitar.
Now I can smell it in these itchy winds, and sense it comin' from afar.
Oh I can feel it all begin within, I hear the golden string guitar.
And folks’ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, always prayin' to the stars.
And folks’ll say there goes that queer eyed boy, sweetly playin' on his guitar.