You should stay real close to Jesus Keep that bottle at your hand, my man Find your way back to my bed again Sing me like a Bible hymn We should go back to Arkansas Trade this body for the can of Gin Like a little piece of heaven No more candle in the wind
You should come back to our place, baby Don't be afraid of our love On the second floor, darling In a second flat, hurry up 'Cause down in Arkansas the stores are all closed The kids in their hoodies, they dance super slow We're white-hot forever and only God knows
You should stay real close to Jesus Keep that bottle at your hand, my man Find your way back to my bed again Sing me like a Bible hymn We should go back to Arkansas Trade this body for the can of Gin Like a little piece of heaven No more candle in the wind
We'll be white-hot forever White-hot forever White-hot forever And ever and ever, amen
Could I come back to the ranch, baby? I had to get away for a while Just to rest my nerves, darling Can I make you laugh with a smile? You knew when you chose me I was nothing but ordinary And now the wind's blowing Reminding you of what you know
You should stay real close to Jesus Keep that bottle at your hand, my man Find your way back to my bed again Sing me like a Bible hymn We should go back to Arkansas Trade this body for that can of Gin Like a little piece of heaven No more candle in the wind
We'll be white-hot forever White-hot forever White-hot forever And ever and ever, the end White-hot forever White-hot forever White-hot forever And ever and ever, amen
You should stay real close to Jesus If you don't pray, you'll never learn Keep that bottle at your hand, my man You know what I'm sayin'? Find your way back to my bed again Sing me like a Bible hymn We should go back to Arkansas I like living here Trade this body for the can of Gin Like a little piece of heaven No more candle in the wind
Compositores: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff ECAD: Obra #30911646 Fonograma #28028212