I never knew a man could tell so many lies. He had a different story for every set of eyes! How can he remember who he’s talkin’ to? ‘Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you.

I was talkin’ to the preacher, said God was on my side; then I ran into the hangman, he said it’s time to die.
You gotta tell your story, boy, you know the reason why!

Jesus, I saw you walkin’ on the river; I don’t believe you.
You can’t deliver right away; I wonder why?

He’s a feeling arranger and a changer of the ways he talks.