Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

I'm going back to Mississippi every Saturday night
to find a revelating woman that'll show me the light
get her big hips shaking put a snake in her hand
send her rolling down the highway back to Texas again
or I can throw her in the front of my Cadillac and slip her the key
I need a hundred proof religion and a half a tank of cheap gasoline

I'll ride a 64 fleet down to Kalamazoo
and find a holy rolling mamma that reminds me of you
I'm gonna tow that little pony bout a mile down the track
until the feeling of conviction leaves her flat on her back
then I'll lay my hands on the goods til the goods go sour
before I raise the motor back from the dead with a new kind of power

nevermind the detour we don't need the headlights
all night trucking Daddy gonna make everything alright
all you've got to do is profess to believe.
this honky rocket's running meaner than a diesel powered eighteen wheeler
If you've got the soul to revive I'll keep you satisfied
so raise your hands to heaven pretty mamma open wide
it's time to stop and let the devil ride!

I'm gonna roll on back up north to Chippewa
and ride my resurrection Cadillac to Witchita
I'll find an illustrated sister that'll turn me around
with an all divine purpencity for shaking it down
because a sinner needs the saving like a son of a bitch needs gin
so when I feel the spirit moving gonna resurrect the engine again