Dewese-James Everytime you feel like you're in doubt This old city makes you mad but you can't go home now You cannot sleep and it's getting pretty late Turn off your television and put on those old mix tapes. And I know that it's hard But don't let it get you down All those people are such clowns And no one loves you in this town, oh no no. Turn down fairfax to the corner store A box of tea and medicines, there's a quarter on the floor The bellhops and barmaids are so unkind They tell each other jokes and you know you're the punchline. And I know that it's hard And you cannot stand the noise That old lady in her Rolls-Royce When you're just a country boy, oh boy, oh boy. A Bible stories, Bible stories A Bible stories, Bible stories. And I know that it's hard It's enough to make you weep All those con artists and smug creeps But all you really need is sleep, a night sweet dream. A Bible stories, Bible stories A Bible stories, Bible stories A Bible stories, Bible stories A Bible stories, Bible stories ...