LYRIC

Well his Christian name is George but most call him Babyface
Screamin' towards Innabena with Johnny Law puttin' on a chase
Picked up three drifters (just) wanderin' down a lonesome road
One of them pointed out to him (that) his foldin' money'd come unstowed

George was in a line of work (that) required him to carry a gun
(the)drifters met up with him on the tail end of a three bank run
Bigger than any Johnny Law is all that George wanted to be
The title he yearned for was crim'nal of the century

Well it looks like ol' George is back on top again
Hands bound behind him, he's beaming with pride
Lightnin' will be shootin' through his fingertips
For that moment of glory, he was willing to die

Jesus saves, George withdraws, (and) the drifters seem to benefit from both
A live wire and a Tommy gun, makes for a quite an outlaw show
So hold your paws and drop your drawers, and don't you dare ring that warnin' bell
(cause) folks my name is George Nelson – and I was born to raise hell

With thrill-seeking folks like George, what goes up must come down
All it takes is another thrill to bring their battered souls around
Well a lynch mob caught up George and put him back on top again
They brought livestock, fire, and fiddle, they even brought a mandolin

Well it looks like ol' George is back on top again
Hands bound behind him, he's beaming with pride
Lightnin' will be shootin' through his fingertips
For that moment of glory, he was willing to die

(When) Babyface was electrified, power moved in a weird sort of way
George's prayer was answered when he took all the power from the state
You see control is merely relative, when perceived it certainly is a lie
And in the end it was George "Babyface" Nelson who wound up bonafide

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