Jesus Christ, Randolph Scott   Bob Dylan and his mother, Dusty Springfield    Came on the road one day    Marched a slinky parade into my eye    Faster picture lit a match    You're mine forever    Great a bird flew home today    You took him in your wings and said    Little fly on silver dollar    Silver hills and rocket ships    Clean I tied my shoes and ran    Into a forest silver span    A needle dropped in the hay    I pulled a fathom from the sea    Rolled away so fortune free    Punched a finger in the slot    Gimme mine, I'll take it now    Free to be a Christian ram    Flee past the foggy sand    Oh, free to be a Christian ram    Fleeing past the foggy sand