Sunday evening I was overdressed
Lost my finger in an apple press
Spent next morning in the lower fields
Watched my granddad drive a horse of steel
Dancing round the Holy chair
Satan bring me silverware
Friday lighting on demand
City boys can't understand
No they can't understand
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
With the wind on my face
The sun on my soul
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
It's a landlocked melody
Even plain white bread still tastes good to me
If I get it wrong or get it right
It don't change the way I sleep at night
I'm still a child of the field
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
With the wind on my face
The sun on my soul
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
Dancing round the Holy chair
Dancing round the Holy chair
Satan bring me silverware
Satan bring me silverware
Here I died and came anew
Here I died and came anew
Did it make me then I make you?
Singin' Oh lord
I'm lost in Jericho
Singin' Oh lord
I'm lost in Jericho
With the wind on my face
Sun on my soul
Oh lord I'm lost in Jericho
