They found Emmit Thompson laying flat Said he threw himself on the railroad track Cryin' Jenny come down off that train Over my dead body you'll leave me today Oh, be wary the road you choose AIn't no end to what that feeling can make you do Sounds crazy, sure enough But, nah I wouldn't put it past love Oh, Billy been drinking since he turned twelve Whole town said he's on the fast track to Hell But they seen him in the choir las Sunday morn Gave his heart to an angel and his life to the Lord *REPEAT CHORUS* Make a sane man crazy, make a crazy man sane Make a man turn to drinking or pour it down the drain Make a man want to live, make a man want to die Make a man get low, make a man get high I was raised to follow the narrow way But the babies got hungry and the mines wouldn't pay So, I made my living in the night shadows Lining my pockets with another man's gold Now I've been in ten with five more to go So, be wary the road you choose Ain't no end to what that feeling can make you do Sounds crazy, sure enough But, nah I wouldn't put it past love Nah I wouldn't put it past love Nah I wouldn't put it past love