Manifesto No. 4

It's a high, lonesome summertime,

A life of tribulation, but I'll be fine.

There's one thing, Jesus, if you don't mind:

Turn my water to wine.

Oh, turn my water to wine,

the fountain of love's like turpentine.

Just one thing Jesus and I'll be fine:

Turn my water to wine.

There's thunder in my belly,

and lightening in my mind,

a liquor in the barrel, but the barrel run dry.

There's a woman in the park,

Makin' love to the dark.

Funny how a house can burn with just one spark.

Just one spark, just one spark.

And it's a high, lonesome summertime,

A life of tribulation, but I'll be fine.

There's one thing, Jesus, if you don't mind:

Turn my water to wine.

Turn my water to wine,

the fountain of love's like turpentine.

Just one thing Jesus and I'll be fine:

Turn my water to wine.

One note rings,

From national strings.

Funny what comfort a melody brings.

My pockets is shy,

My throat is dry.

So damn low, I wanna be high.

I wanna be high, I wanna be high.

I wanna be high, I wanna be high.

And it's a high, lonesome summertime,

A life of tribulation, but I'll be fine.

There's one thing, Jesus, if you don't mind:

Turn my water to wine.

Turn my water to wine,

the fountain of love's like turpentine.

Just one thing Jesus if you don't mind:

Turn my water to wine.

Turn my water to wine.

Turn my water to wine.