IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD

 

DIAMOND RIO

 
Momma died young
Giving birth to a son
At a home for wayward  girls.
Daddy was a sidewalk, soapbox preacher
Looking foward to the end of  the world.
Every Friday night
He'd pick Jesus a fight
Down at the local  pool hall.
Racking up souls
Defending all those
Caught behind the  eightball. 

 

He said, "I preach the light,
And I choose the way,
Don't ever trust  what the government say,
We never walked on the moon,
Elvis ain't  dead,
You ain't goin' crazy,
It's all in your head." 

 

Lucy was a messed up, dressed up waitress,
With a slightly tarnished heart  of gold.
She wasn't half bad for a new step-momma,
As far as step-mommas  go.
Daddy knew she was the one
As he baked in the sun
In a parking lot,  preaching the truth
When up shot her hand
And she cried, "Oh man!
I  feel it, yes I feel it, I do!
It revealed to me
Down in my soul
There  were two shooters on the grassy knoll 

 

We never walked on the moon,
Elvis ain't dead,
You ain't goin'  crazy,
It's all in your head." 

 

Let us sing. 

 

It's all interpretation,
To find the truth, you gotta read between the  lines.
Work out your own salvation,
That narrow path is hard to  find,
But it's more than a place, it's a state of mind. 

 

In his quest for truth,
Daddy was moved
By the spirit to take up a  snake.
In a moment of doubt
The venom turned out
Stronger than Daddy's  faith.
I'll never forget,
His dying breath,
The last words that he  said: 

 

"We never walked on the moon,
Elvis ain't dead,
You ain't goin'  crazy,
It's all in your head." 

 

Let me tell ya. 

 

It's all interpretation,
To find the truth, you gotta read between the  lines.
Work out your own salvation,
That narrow path is hard to  find,
But it's more than a place, it's a state of mind.
State of  mind....