Queer Eyed Boy

I'm gonna wake you this morning
And drag your head out of bed
You're gonna rub your little eyes and say
Mama why's the sky so red?

And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy
Always pointing at the stars

I've seen the crow with the devils horn
I've pat the bull with two heads
I've often wondered why such things are born
And what sort of future lays ahead

And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy
Always singin to the stars
And folks all said there goes that queer eyed boy
Always playing on his guitar

Now i could smell it in these itchy winds
And sense it coming from afar
Oh i could feel it all begin within
I hear the golden stringed guitar