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You were the boy who grew bored with his mission,
Praise to the Lord and pass the ammunition.
Now youâre the man with a five dollar vision,
Drunk on honeymoon and seeking permission
To lay your head in the valley
To sing a song for all the world to see
That poor John Doeâs got his birds in a row
But he canât dance on a wounded knee.
You tried to explain why curiosity killed the cat
And the children all cried when the rabbit got stuck in your hat.
You smile like the devil when you tell me that
A man canât cut his teeth if heâs always chewing the fat.
Now I wanna lay my head in the valley
I wanna sing for all the world to see
That poor John Doeâs got his birds in a row
But he canât dance on a wounded knee.
Self-medicated man with an arrow in his back
Throwing out the baby before you even filled the bath
You got stars in your eyes and stripes on your back
You sing for St. Sebastian but he ainât never coming back.
You wanna lay your head in the valley
You wanna sing a song for all the world to see
That poor John Doeâs got his birds in a row
But he canât dance on a wounded knee.
Why wonât you believe me when I tell you I was there
When the vines of the angels came crawling down the stairs
You had moon in your eyes and nightshade in your hair
I was trying to take you home but you didnât even care
Now I wanna lay my head in the valley
I wanna sing for all the world to see
That poor John Doeâs got his birds in a row
But he canât dance on a wounded knee.
That poor John Doeâs got his birds in a row
But he canât dance on a wounded knee.