Some People Are Born Strange Songtext
von Big Harp

Some people are born strange
As a fact of the blood
Some people are loose change
Pennies sinking in the mud
You know the devil made the world out of sand and clay
And planted it with seeds that never sprung
This world wants a big rain, this world wants a flood


White-haired, hunching over his vows
Dreaming of the new bride
Who′s gonna carry him over through a carved-cross door
To a home in the pine

They say a man and a fire go out the same way
Cold ashes can't be stoked
Even when the cedar log′s vanished in the flames
You can smell its bitter smoke