Florid in the doorway
Blowing Bobby's horn
Told him she's the one
Who took his crown from the thorns

He's buying her champange
At the Metropole
Met her at the Mardi Gras
Fortune teller of her soul

Child is the father of the man
You've got to stumble before you can stand
Seventh mother said to the seventh son
Among the lucky, you're the chosen one

He's Billy The Kid
He's Jean Harlow
He's got a fake beard
And blue eyes like Rimbaud

On Highway 61
He tracked her heart
Playing dustbowl ballads
On a barrowed guitar

Child is the father of the man
You've got to stumble before you can stand
Seventh mother said to the seventh son
Among the lucky, you're the chosen one

Child is the father of the man
You've got to stumble before you can stand
Seventh mother said to the seventh son
Among the lucky, you're the chosen one

You're the chosen one
You're the chosen one
You're the chosen one