It was murder but we got there
Minutes after midnight
Bouncer was a linebacker
Guardin' the door
I said to my drummer
Flukie, don't get nervous
Just get that rhythm goin’ boy
Gotta get them people on the floor
A shadow crossed my bedpost
Early in the morning
It took me like a prisoner
Fighting in a war
I turned to my wife, Val, my angel
Heaven's in your arms
We're in the hands of the Lord
Rockabilly music
Ain’t nothin’ to it
It’s just a hopped-up country song
Casey Jones rollin' into Jackson, Tennessee
Where I call home
A rich man’s a pauper
In the First Bank of Heaven
I knock on wood for five years
Under the sword
But you keep on pickin’
Rockin’ for a livin’
Heaven's in your arms
I'm in the hands of the Lord
Rockabilly music
Ain’t nothin’ to it
It’s just a hopped-up country song
Rhythm from the delta of the muddy Mississippi
In my bones
I got a new pair of wingtips
Cost me $200
A fresh set of strings
On my Fender guitar
I’m lookin’ at a sunrise
In a cloudless sky
A songbird’s singing
Searching for the morning star
Searching for the morning star
Searching for the morning star