Of Thee I Sing - Leon Russell

Hung up in a Pennsylvania mining town

Got down to Boston in time for tea

Don’t know exactly just what’s going down

Better hang around until I see.

She uses beauty like a knife

She cuts me even more, she changes

Right before my eyes into something ugly and sore.

Beauty like a knife

She cuts me even more, she changes

Right before my eyes into something strange and more.

Don’t bomb the inn, I’m on a holiday

But Oklahoma’s just a jet away

And the blood is on the books in Ohio

So badly stained, what can I say?