Old St. John - Goodnight, Texas

I heard that old St. John, left his life behind him

Abandoned his children in dust

He settled in Santa Fe, and told the ones he met there

That he was the hand of god

They built him to a saint, but he’s nothing but a man

Who burned every bridge that he came upon

I’m told that old St. John, claimed to heal the ailing

And the poor would cherish his name

But I knew that ill-willed man, as baleful and obsessed with

Women and liquor and fame

They built him to a saint, but he’s nothing but a man

Who burned every bridge that he came upon

Haven’t you ever been lied to

By saints with a soulful sound

Haven’t you ever been lied to

With words that belong underground

You can try and try to believe in

Someone you never should trust

But prayers and the money you’re sending

Are adding thick layers of rust

Haven’t you ever been lied to

Haven’t you ever been lied to

I’m told that old St. John, never felt remorseful

And believers never knew his past

But I’m certain that if he’s gone, he did not go to heaven

And his scripture and it’s lies won’t last

They built him to a saint, but he’s nothing but a man

Who burned every bridge that he came upon

They built him to a saint, but he’s nothing but a man

Who burned every bridge that he came upon