Lyrics Sad Baptist Rain - John Moreland

Well, baby, lay down your price[?]-break poems
While I sit and mumble at your feet
Am I a stone [?], or a stoned kid dreamin'
Of a closet-full of crumbled teeth? [?}

Young and hungry, dark blue and clumsy
Dumb enough to let you go
Outside the show, drinkin' Nyquil and honey
Tryin' to conjure up some rock and roll

You're the exception here, I'm the rule
I traded love for a song, like a fool
I'm always drawn to the wrong thing to do
And I keep provin' it

Where the sky came apart with my guilt-stricken heart
Baby, break me down, break me up
And we'll let freedom ring while the blacktop sings
In the sad Baptist rain for us

You're the exception here, I'm the rule
I traded love for a song, like a fool
I'm always drawn to the wrong thing to do
And I keep provin' it

We're the exception here, I'm the rule
I traded love for a song, like a fool
I'm always drawn to the wrong thing to do
And I keep provin' it

Well, the devil ain't nearly as real as he seems
Your name is a number I see in my dreams
Your heart is a dangerous, beautiful thing
I keep losin' it