Chris Whitley
Dust Radio
Walk it with the fatherTalk it with the sonBaby got vision childLike a loaded gunShe use my bodyLike carrion crowDoing our transmission thingOn dust radioBaby call the numberNobody left in townBaby paint skulls and constellations on the groundWhere she lay me gently, she lay me slowSomebody receiving up thereOn dust radioWalk it with the spiritTalk it with the spineMama sing "Open up yourself when worlds align"My Secret Jesus,The Good Red RoadOn blood antennaAnd dust radio
From Letras Mania