Stranger from the Country

Last night my lady had the strangest dream
She was under a white moon
Nothing was as it seemed
Everything was too soon
You were high atop a hill

You said "Woman I could use a drink"
She said "Man do I know you?"
You said "Better than you might think
If you allow me to show you
Cause this is the hour and the power"

She could feel it was all going wrong
You'd been waiting too long in the nighttime
But you said she didn't have the right time
Because the time you were serving was the right kind
And you were so kind
So kind

I never had much of a taste for superstition
But the priests said you were some kind of unholy fiction
And my lady said stay away
My lady said stay away

You might've made it out in the country, son
But you ain't got the face of a Chosen One
And a king don't need to pray
A king don't need to pray

Cause if death is just a word at the crack of dawn
Then take it from me, as the day goes on
You better find the right words to say
Find the right words to say
Better find the right words

What do you have to say
What do you have to say

First he was silent as a stone cold killer
Or a killjoy filler for the main man
And then our mouths filled with laughter when he said we'd see him after
On high at the Almighty's right hand

So we hung him high on his own tree
Stranger from the country

Stranger from the country

First he was silent as a stone cold killer
Then our mouths filled with laughter when he said we'd see him after
Stranger from the country

She didn't have the right time
Cause the time you were serving was the right kind