Matches

Oh-oh, the spirit
Oh-oh-oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to
My desire, my desire

I was only eight years old
When he rode into town
Ridin' on a black horse six-string
With the sun goin' down

I said, "Mama, let me play with the matches"
Oh, he's like a preacher with the flames in his eyes
Mama, let me play with the matches
He lights up every inch of the sky

Oh-oh, the spirit
Oh-oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to
My desire, my desire

I was only 21
Drivin' into L.A.
Tobacco sunburst, 12-string
Was gonna have it my way

Mama, let me play with the matches
I'm like a preacher with the fire in her eyes
Mama, let me play with the matches
I'm gonna light up every inch of the sky

Oh-oh, the spirit
Oh-oh, the fire
Blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to
My desire, my desire

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Now I'm rollin' down the road
Pullin' into your town
Ridin' with trouble in my hand
I'm gonna burn it all down, oh

Oh-oh, the spirit
Oh-oh-oh, the fire
And blessed are the ears that can hear it
Calling me to
Oh, my desire, my desire
My desire, my desire

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah-eh