Ov Water & Wine

You should find yourself some religion

You should join the Baptist church

Fire dancing on the face ov waters

We still can make it work

Turn in your weapons

Turn in your gun

Me and my brother John

We know how rivers run

Love beguiled

In bashful shapes

Between the water and the wine

Dance of death upon wrathful grapes

Just prayin' for a sign

Took my sugar

Took my head

Stole my boots and broke the spurs

Set fire to my only bed

But my brother lent me hers

We can change the way you're flowing

We can leave you drenched

We offer you our kiss as vintage

Until your thirst is quenched

You should cultivate some religion

You should join the Baptist clan

Gives us all your lovin'

Because lovin' makes the man