Strange Crooked Road - Patrick Watson

There was a woman who sewed her man to the bed

Took a baseball bat so she could talk to him instead

Well it didn’t take too long so he would never hurt her again

Roland had a dream of making big news

Bought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuse

And on his CB radio told his friends it was time to go

Boom

He made the front page the very next day

There was a boy called little Jesu

Couldn’t move his hands or feet or talk back to you

Just sat there sleeping awake

And everybody in the town would drop by and fill his ears

With the things that were bringing them down

Said he was the best listener in town

Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it’s a strange crooked road

Sometimes it takes us way too long when it’s a strange crooked road

You woke up this morning asking what’s going down

Wondered if your feet would do any good to the ground

But under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting cold

And out of the desert came the messenger man

Million words and a cigar in his hands

Told me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song

'Cause it’s a strange crooked road

Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it’s a strange crooked road