Final Wild Son

Written by Sid Griffin/Stephen McCarthy

Starting out from Ferraday like a runaway bus

Moving north toward Memphis in a cloud of highway dust

Rolling to the rhythm of a sound he never hears

He's possessed by something which never comes quite clear

Although it might be coming from above

It always brings him down

I'm sorry Mr. Phillips about Presley and the rest

But as you know I'm Elmo's boy, I'm different from the rest

From Tupelo to Natchez they all answer to my name

Their belief in God above is driving them insane

And if I die before I wake, there'll be no soul left to take

Hellfire is a-callin' like a leper come a-crawlin'

Kicking down the doors of your life

Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind

They ain't gigs when they's your life

Hellfire is a-bawlin' like some baby come a-crawlin'

Kicking down the doors of your life

Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind

They ain't gigs when they's your life

Published by Warner Bros Music Ltd/Bug Music