Your saint is coming thru',
A
You know he's gonna feed on you
D E F#m
I've been walking with no shoes,
B Bm7
Keep your mountain picnic blues,
D G A
Today I'm babtising you
A G A
Stone me, and may you always have no shoes
Em7 D
And I would rather just for you,
F G A
Be in a taxi driving miles from here
D E F#m
I've been walking with no shoes
B Bm7
Fill my kidneys up with booze,
D G A C G D A C G D
Today I'm killing you, killing you
A Em7 A