Evangeline

She's speaking like a gibbering foreigner
Got a cripple in her clutches
Seems to float like a gaudy angel on strings over wheelchairs and crutches
Came to check it out
Have a laugh or two
But I'm caught up in the fury and wonder
Watch the leg of the fat lady next to me grow several inches longer

There are rumors about the bank accounts, affairs and double-dealings
But faith sneaks up like a mischevious child, and you find yourself believing

I could be deceived, but I believe that I just got a healing from Evangeline
Don't know what's really there inside of her
Revival queen Evangeline
Does a miracle occur somehow, in spite of her?

Now the tent sags in the Texas heat
She's worked the crowd to a frenzy
And an old man's rolling on the sawdust floor in the throes of the demon of envy
The organ music swells, and the choir sings an off-key "Amazing Grace"
Despite the body odor and the Texas flies, there's not a dry eye in the place

With hands in the air and eyes to heaven, I find myself agreeing
With each lost sinner in the place and every word Evangeline is screaming

Now understand me
I'm not a gullible man
And I'm self-possessed
Take pride in keeping my wits
I'm saying things like "amen" and "hallelujah"
Words that until this very moment have never crossed my lips

All said and done, doesn't make much difference if she's sincere or deceiving
She may not possess the faith she inspires or know the One that I'm receiving

I'm on my knees, and I believe I just got a healing through Evangeline
Don't know what's really there inside of her
Revival queen Evangeline
Does a miracle occur somehow, in spite of her?
She plays a mean tambourine