Maria's Bed

Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights
I am not complaining, it’s my job and it suits me right
I got a sweet soft fever rushing around my head
I’m going to sleep tonight in Maria’s bed
Got on a dead man suit and smiling skull ring
Lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing
I keep my heart in my work but trouble’s in my head
And I keep my soul in Maria’s bed
I been up on sugar mountain, cross the sweet blue seas
I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery
I got run out’a luck and give myself up for dead
And I drank the cool clear waters from Maria’s bed
She gives me candy stick kisses underneath a wolf-dog moon
One sweet breath and she’ll take you mister to the upper room
I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead
Then I fell in the roses and sweet salvation of Maria’s bed
I been out in the desert, yeah, doing my time
Searching through the dust for fools gold, looking for a sign
Holy man said «hold on brother there’s a light up ahead»
Isn’t nothing like a light that shines on me in Maria’s bed
Well I’ll take my blessings at the riverhead
I’m living in the light of Maria’s bed