Good Christian Man

I'm a patchwork quilt of a man, babe
Think I've got too many sides
It's the tormented struggle of each day
A-keepin' all these fears locked inside
She offered me a hand and I took it
Yeah, I took her sweet laced hand
Was it the hand of evil you were offering?
I may never understand
I may never understand

Did you dance with me for a joke, babe?
And did your friends all laugh and sneer?
I never seen that kind of dance before
The way you moved filled my head with fear
Yeah, it filled my head with fear

I didn't mean to tear your dress, babe
Or to break your fine break your fine red nails
Your priest he will not forgive me
So, I rot in the hell of this jail
Now I know it was Satan there dancing
But why was it me? Lord, I don't understand
To be the weapon of such vengeance
When I'm a humble, a good Christian man

Well I swear she sits on my bed, Lord
Though the guard said there's nobody there
And she's always offering her hand, Lord
But I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man
I won't take it, I'm a good Christian man