Know My Rider
I followed a blackbird when I was lost in the wood.
She said let’s make a memory, it’d do you some good
She was an actress
With decades of practice
Her shadow theatrics
Won’t fool me no more
But when I needed a smidgen
Of old time religion
I came to her kitchen
And we fell to her floor
But please believe we did it out of love
I know my rider coming from above
It made me a black sheep from the first time I came—
The willows and whippoorwills have forgotten my name
Her nest was shambles
Of shadows and brambles
Everyone gambles
On love at first sight
Our engines were revving
Like angles in heaven
But was it snake eyes or sevens
We rolled that first night?
But please believe, when I hear those hound-dogs bark
I’ll know my rider when I feel her in the dark
Be the setting sun, be a holy roller
Wake me when they come, or wake me when it’s over
Now I can’t find my blackbird, she vanished in the dusk
We didn’t make history, but history made us
And the horsemen are coming
I know that they’re cunning
They’ll hit the ground running
And never look back
But if you think my mistress
Will beg for forgiveness
Then black sheep ain’t misfits
And blackbirds ain’t black
I still believe we did it out of love
And I know my rider, coming from above