Lyrics

HOLY MAN

I got a cross of roses folded in my hand
'Cause I got to hold it, when I see my man
and I count my blessings
He's the sensitive kind
I could lose my senses
I just lose my mind
When he walks right in and melts my sin
His brown eyes looking like the devil
He's a Holy Man

I got another phone call last night from my man
He's in an old guitar hall, out on the road again
But I count my blessings
He's the musical kind
He can play my heart strings
Play those blues tonight
When he walks right in and melts my sin
His brown eyes, smiling like the devil
He's a Holy Man

His teacher taught him
The women all want him
The devil bought him
But I'm the one that caught him on his knees
He's a Holy Man

I'm a lucky woman but I don't know how
To keep my good man from healing the crowds
So I count my blessings
He's the popular kind
There'll be no confessing
Just some lonely old times
'Til he walks right in and melts my sin
His brown eyes smiling like the devil
He's a Holy Man

He's my Holy Man
He's my Holy Man
He's my Holy Man
He's my Holy
He's my Holy
He's my Holy
Holy Man