Texty:
Kris Kristofferson

There's do'ers and don'ters and I wills and won'ters And them, that don't even try Givers and takers, movers and shakers And them that are just passing

Jesus was a Capricorn He ate organic food He believed in love and peace And never wore no shoes Long hair, beard and sandals And a funky bunch of friends

Ring anvil for the deal we delt us by mistake Our angel made of steel is big enough to break 'Cause the rust is at his heel and I swear I seen him shaking

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams

Well you fight like the devil to Just keep your head above water Chained to whatever you got That you can't throw away And you're shooting through space

You gotta make your own rules, child You gotta break your own chains The dreams that possess you Can blossom and bless you Or run you insane The moment

I'd like to say that I can see the target of my destiny . And that it guided everything I do . I'd like to think that I could take a drink of you and

The race is harder than arithmatic some will say it can't be won so it gets harder when your shoes are snake ( Not sure of this lyric) but I had set my