Joan Osborne is my goddess
"Right Hand Man" Joan Osborne
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air’s so cool
I’m wired and I’m tired
And I’m grinnin’ like a fool
I’ve been on the floor lookin’ for a chair
I’ve been on a chair lookin’ for a couch
And I’ve been on a couch lookin’ for a bed...
Lookin’ for a bed
Lookin’ for my, my...
My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can’t fix it, I don’t know who can
The sinsemilla? salesman
And the cops on the block
They know what I been doin’
They see the way I walk
I wonder what they see now
I wonder what they do
To feel somebody want them
The way I’m wanting you
I’ve been on the floor lookin’ for a chair
I’ve been on a chair lookin’ for a couch
And I’ve been on a couch lookin’ for a bed...
Lookin’ for a bed
Lookin’ for... to really be...
My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can
I’ve been on the floor lookin’ for a chair
I’ve been on a chair lookin’ for a couch
And I’ve been on a couch lookin’ for a bed...
Lookin’ for a bed
Lookin’ for my...
My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x)
Say... my right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Say... my right hand, my right hand man (repeat 7x)
If he can’t fix it, gonna find a boy who can
"Pensacola" Joan Osborne
Well, I found him in pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
He was squinting and stubbled
And standing in the door
He said, if you’ve come to take the car away
I don’t have it anymore
I don’t have it anymore
He got the gospel on the radio
And the gospel on tv
He got all of the transcripts
Back to 1963
Back to 1963
He said I sold my blood for money
There wasn’t any pain
But I just can’t stand the feeling
It’s in someone else’s veins
It’s in someone else’s veins
Momma took me aside
And she tried to change my mind
She said, don’t waste your time in looking
There’s nothing, nothing left to find
Nothing, nothing left to find
So I left him down in pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
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Go away.