Text: Chris Whitley. Dust Radio.

Walk it with the father
Talk it with the son
Baby got vision child
Like a loaded gun

She use my body
Like carrion crow
Doing our transmission thing
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Baby, call the number
Nobody left in town
Baby paint skulls and constellations
On the ground

Where she lay me gently
She lay me slow
Somebody receiving up there
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Walk it with the spirit
Talk it with the spine
Mama sing, "Open up yourself
When worlds align"

My secret Jesus
The Good Red Road
On blood antenna
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