Jesus Christ, Randolph Scott

Bob Dylan and his mother, Dusty Springfield 

Came on the road one day 

Marched a slinky parade into my eye 

Faster picture lit a match 

You're mine forever 

Great a bird flew home today 

You took him in your wings and said 

Little fly on silver dollar 

Silver hills and rocket ships 

Clean I tied my shoes and ran 

Into a forest silver span 

A needle dropped in the hay 

I pulled a fathom from the sea 

Rolled away so fortune free 

Punched a finger in the slot 

Gimme mine, I'll take it now 

Free to be a Christian ram 

Flee past the foggy sand 

Oh, free to be a Christian ram 

Fleeing past the foggy sand