Manifesto No. 4 - Shooter Jennings

It's a high, lonesome summertime,
A life of tribulation, but
I'll be fine.
There's one thing,
Jesus, if you don't mind:
Turn my water to wine.
Oh, turn my water to wine, the fountain of love's like turpentine.
Just one thing
Jesus and
I'll be fine:
There's thunder in my belly, and lightening in my mind, a liquor in the barrel, but the barrel run dry.
There's a woman in the park,
Makin' love to the dark.
Funny how a house can burn with just one spark.
Just one spark, just one spark.
And it's a high, lonesome summertime,
A life of tribulation, but
I'll be fine.
There's one thing,
Jesus, if you don't mind:
Turn my water to wine.
Turn my water to wine, the fountain of love's like turpentine.
Just one thing
Jesus and
I'll be fine:
One note rings,
From national strings.
Funny what comfort a melody brings.
My pockets is shy,
My throat is dry.
So damn low,
I wanna be high.
I wanna be high,
I wanna be high.
I wanna be high,
I wanna be high.
And it's a high, lonesome summertime,
A life of tribulation, but
I'll be fine.
There's one thing,
Jesus, if you don't mind:
Turn my water to wine.
Turn my water to wine, the fountain of love's like turpentine.
Just one thing
Jesus if you don't mind:
Turn my water to wine.
Turn my water to wine.
Turn my water to wine.