World of Strange Design Songtext

von Rosanne Cash

Well you're not from around here
You're probably not our kind
It's hot from March to Christmas
And other things you'll find

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Won't fit your old ideas
Their line is shifting sands,
You walk across a ghostly bridge
To a crumbling promise land

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If Jesus came from Mississippi
If tears began to rise
I guess I'll start at the beginning
The world of strange design

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Well I'd like to have the ocean
But I'd settle for the rain
Humbly as for true love
There was such a price to pay

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This room was filled with trouble
And sacraments deceived
And I'm with you, we're in the shade
Of his weeping willow tree

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If Jesus came from Mississippi
If tears began to rise
I'll have to go back to the beginning
In this world of strange design

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We talk about your drinking
But not about your thirst
You set off through the mine field
Like you were round in first

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So open up their window
And hand the baby through
Point up towards the ghostly bridge
And she'll know what to do

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If Jesus came from Mississippi
If tears began to rise
They'll have to go back to the beginning
In this world of strange design