Final Wild Son

Heard a blind man singing with the voice of a devil
Clouds rolled out in a traveling hymn
No corner from evil, the ascent from above
Catch heaven and hell down in Ferriday
Side slippin soul over throwin' his body
Waiting for the day when his blood ran cold
Precious little can be done about
The arrival of the final wild son
He had a sure thing in the eyes of the faithful
Mysterious ways would never let him down
From the dirt roads out on to the river Jordan
Confessing the sins of his brother
With the voice of tinder and the look of a flame
He’s gonna burn one way or another
Down from the mountains and up from the delta
Hear the strains of the final wild son
The mark of the savior’s not the mark of the son
The family heard Jim carrying on
We all bear the seed of ruin in our soul
And they knew that the preacher had fallen
It was late in the day, no resurrection coming
When he bowed his head in thanks to his brother
He brought heaven down closer to his soul
It was a gift from the final wild son