Glee, insp. 26. 06

I was riding my Buick Rivera '65 
To the south of Mississippi state 
I covered the way to my future wife 
Just to stand in front of her gate. 

My beautiful woman impatiently waits 
To see my face and take a ride 
My dream unfortunatily fades 
I'm out of fuel and I need a guide. 

I left my car somewhere in a desert 
And jackals emphatically run 
They want to kill me more than weather 
More than scorching sun. 

My shoes are broken, and the suite is torn 
I'm exhausted and crawl on the sand 
I'd prefer to see her eyes to bathe in a storm 
And the heat seems to lead me to end. 

I finally reach the place where I wanted to be 
It's evening and I'm almost dead 
I think if she lets me in 
As I look like a bum. She will regret 

So I turn my way away from her house 
And sing a song 'bout my future fate 
But I hear as footsteps arouse 
She comes and says that it is very late. 

She lets me in and feeds me with supper 
She charmingly sings to me 
I seem to forget how to suffer 
I am in heaven and shine from glee.