"I mean, I forgot my part, bro I′m sorry. Y'all gotta forgive me.
I′m not used to having all these people around me
While I'm playing something as sensitive as the blues" ("Oh, I don't think so")
"Cool, let′s do it one more time?" "Yeah."
"You feel ′ight?" "Yeah, I do, I wanna do the-"
"You got one more in your voice?"
"We should do another one first. How's your church? Did you go to church?
If the angels is gonna come in we should sing a song the angels know, George
They don′t know this song!"
"The angels don't know this one, yeah."
"No, what do you know?"
"I don′t know, 'Drums′? I'mma follow you"
"Gimme 'Drums′ on C"
"Okay"

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now, I sure is found
Was blind but now I see

′Twas grace, mother, that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did ever, yes, your grace, sweet grace appear
The hour I first believed

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining, said, as his sun
You say I know that grace, sweet grace has appeared
And now she′ll bring me home

"This is our church, George. Ayy"

So some say she got green enough field
And some say she got too many strings
With petticoats on, and goin' hall gown

The sweetest nylon, no, not where she′s gone
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings, yes

Some she got plenty of stockings
S-Some say she g-got some Divas and Kramer
Why all this spare, then shakin' her tail

The sweetest nylon, no, not where he′s gone
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing
Until the little chicken come home

The sweetest nylon, no, not where he's gone
I'm gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings
I said, the sweetest nylon, no, not where he′s gone
I′m gonna raise-uh his tail (raise it) and wrangle his wings
Until the little chicken home
Said, until the little chicken come home (pass out the chicken, yo)

Writer(s): Tori Amos<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com