#tim ferguson

I'm a patchwork quilt of a man, babe, seems I've got too many sides. It's the tormented struggle of each day, keepin' all these fears locked inside. She offered me a hand and I took it, yeah, I took her sweet laced hand. Was it the hand of evil she was offering? Lord, I may never understand, I may never understand

Did you dance with me for a joke, babe? And did your friends all laugh and sneer? I never seen that kind of dance before, the way you moved filled my head with fear. Yeah, it filled my head with fear.

Now, I didn't mean to tear your dress, babe, or to break your fine break your fine red nails. And your priest he will not forgive me, so I rot in the hell of this gaol. Now I know it was Satan there dancing, but why was it me? Lord, I don't understand. To be the weapon of such vengeance, when I'm a humble, a good Christian man.

Well, I swear she sits on my bed, Lord, though the guard said there's nobody there. And she's always offering her hand, Lord, but I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man. I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man.