Resurrection - Ray Wylie Hubbard

There was something heavy coming down like Easter in the air\nAnd he woke up Sunday morning with some flowers in his hair\nLooking like the face of Jesus in his final agony\nThat they found on that old winding sheet way off in L. A\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nSomething a-come a-shining in that smoky little room\nLit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb\nAnd an angel lay on the mattress and spoke of history and death\nWith perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nAnd they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse\nSometimes he’s the fire, sometimes he’s the fuse\nHe’s loadin' up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder\nOne is filled with music and the other is filled with thunder\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nI never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim\nThat he’d ever much believed in God or God believed in him\nBut they both believed in a woman but like truth they set him free\nAnd now he wonders in confusion for he’s lost his poetry\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nWell they say there’s something coming but they don’t say what it is\nAnd the judgement might be yours and then again it might be his\nIt might be William Bonney, mescalito, or El Cid\nIt might be Spanish Johnny, then again it might be Captain Kid\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nAnd they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse\nSometimes he’s the fire, sometimes he’s the fuse\nHe’s loadin' up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder\nOne is filled with music and the other is filled with thunder\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone\nHe was long gone\nHe was gone when they rolled away the stone