I'm Juan Don
Galileo Galilei, from Sparks, Nevada,
come to have my say.
I could learn your poco -face bluff,
but it wasn't good, never good,
never good enough.
Living in a puddle by the light of the moon,
morning's sweet,
morning can't revive me too soon.
I got an old blanket,
just a copy of the times,
and a pocket full of, pocket full of,
pocket full of rhymes.
Heaven don't charge by the yard,
no, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy, it might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Is this heaven or the city of L .A.?
Roamin' round the country
seein' who you might betray
Miracles, chapter, book, and verse
You say you're the devil,
but I've seen much worse
Roarin' down the
Truckee River on a raft
Puttin' space between me
and my bitter lookin' half
A raft made of matchsticks,
fishin' twine and prayer
Not built to shoot rapids,
but who am I to care?
Heaven don't charge by the yard
No, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy,
it might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Sunset plugs the last sales of day
Five stars fallin' into half -dollar pay
Got only my wits and a paid -up union card
But heaven don't charge by the yard,
by the yard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
No, no, no
Heaven don't charge by the yard
It might be easy
It might be hard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
Heaven don't charge by the yard
You