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