|
Well, he knew what he was doin' |
|
When he put eyes into my head |
|
If he didn't want me to lookin' at them pretty little women |
|
He'd'a left my ol' eyeballs dead |
|
Isn't that so |
|
Tell me, isn't that so |
|
You got to go when your heart says go |
|
Isn't that so |
|
Well, he knew what he was doin' |
|
When he made that magic vine |
|
His own son got a reputation |
|
For turnin' water into wine |
|
Isn't that so |
|
Tell me, isn't that so |
|
You got to go when your heart says go |
|
Isn't that so |
|
Let that line of least resistance lead me on |
|
Let the line of least resistance lead me on |
|
Well, he know what he was doin' |
|
When he divided the high from the low |
|
You got to bury seed in the womb, my friend |
|
If you want the little seed to grow |
|
Now, isn't that so |
|
Isn't that so |
|
You got to go when your heart says go |
|
Isn't that so |
|
You got to go when your heart says go |
|
Isn't that so |
|
Let that line of least resistance lead me on |
|
Let the line of least resistance lead me on |
|
Let your heart, let your heart, your heart lead you on |
|
Let your heart, let your heart lead you on |