Strange Crooked Row

There was a woman who sewed her man to the bedTook a baseball bat so she could talk to him insteadWell it didn't take too long so he would never hurt her againRoland had a dream of making big newsBought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuseAnd on his CB radio told his friends it was time to goBoomHe made the front page the very next dayThere was a boy called little JesuCouldn't move his hands or feet or talk back to youJust sat there sleeping awakeAnd everybody in the town would drop by and fill his earsWith the things that were bringing them downSaid he was the best listener in townSometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked roadSometimes it takes us way too long when it's a strange crooked roadYou woke up this morning asking what's going downWondered if your feet would do any good to the groundBut under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting coldAnd out of the desert came the messenger manMillion words and a cigar in his handsTold me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song'Cause it's a strange crooked roadSometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road