old friend your horse is ready to ride when morning comes from this church town where damning rumors drip from holy tongues it won't go away it won't go away it won't go away
fever to find the scapegoat fast and fix the blame i know you never meant to leave the way you came
it won't go away it won't go away it won't go away
looking down from that stain glass steeple they'll never know why you had to run