Brian crawley - Surprised lyrics

Violet: Is this a suitcase – is it mine Am I waitin' by the candy stand Beneath the Greyhound Station sign? Have I got a ticket in my hand? Stupid The people of Spruce Pine are stupid Lord, I'll call the whole trip off If Leroy Evans looks me in the face Nope, I win, he's terrorized This town is a superstitious place – Next week, won't they be surprised Bus Driver: Get your tickets ready This is Memphis bus, by way of Johnson City, Kingsport Knoxville, Nashville, and a bunch's towns No bigger'n this one. Tickets, please Old Lady: The Baltimore Catechism. A Catholic, in these parts? Violet: No ma'am Bus Driver: Move along, m…oooh. Miss Violet: “Mr. Wallace Weatherman” Give my scar another look In a week you'll be surprised – Got my healin' planned out in my book Next week, I'll come back disguised He thinks well of himself, I can tell that But what does he have, really? Lips? This. Cheeks? Flat I sure don't want mine like that Nose? Bent. Ears? Runts Got four eyes and he can't see once Nothing in his face for me His hair though – is it Cherokee? It's black enough to be I want my own as soft as a breeze – And also curlier, please Old Lady: Do you mind if I sit here, dear? I like to be up front, so's I can look out the front winders Otherwise I get dizzy, looking off to the side… Violet: Once I bet her eyes were green Wonder how those eyes would look on me Funny, if she recognized Finders keepers, lady, wait and see Next week, won't you be surprised Praise God, it is started. September 4th, 1964 Mama, your book says “It's blessed to pity” Mama, just look, I'm a long ways from pretty Be an angel, Mama, help to save me Make the Lord restore the face you gave me – And I will praise his grace Rain or shine When you see a brand-new face When you see a brand-new face When you see a brand-new face – And it's mine – Won't you be surprised Won't you be surprised Won't you be surprised Won't you be – Old Lady: You going far? Violet: Tulsa, Oklahoma Old Lady: I never been there. I hear the trees give out. Oh! My goodness Violet: That's just why I'm going. Get this scar healed once and for all Old Lady: ‘Course my mailman Vincent Finzer was Born with a cleft palate, and he couldn't be any sweater! Violet: I wasn't born with this scar It took an axe blade to split my face in two