Well, the devil's blowing coal Through the smokestacks of your mind Dylan's hanging on the cross The piano's doing fine Jacob's on the ladder Smoking candy cigarettes The chinaman's got heartburn And a thousand TV sets With arms as big as airplanes He ripped his momma's blouse The preacher man is hiding now But we know he's in the house And you think I've depthed the fathoms But you'd better guess again I don't understand these spirits, no I only channel them The taxidermist picked me up At a quarter after ten He fixed my troubled mind And then he took me home again The river's melting quickly But the sky has disappeared The Mohicans don't leave nothing But a single unshed tear The midway's closing down But it's been a lovely run And fifty years means nothing If the town's been having fun And you think I've depthed the fathoms But you'd better guess again I don't understand these spirits, no I only channel them