Your mother was the lightning.
I can't believe it's true.
Your mother was the lightning,
And you're a sky of blue.
Oh, now, don't you feel blue?

Your father was the driver
Of a shining steel train.
Your old man did some driving
In blue country rain.
Oh yes buckets, and buckets, and buckets of rain.

Your sister was a dancer
Up in Merrytown.
She spends her nightlife dancing
And drinking cherry wine.
Oh man, what a waste.

Your brother was the prophet--
He read it in the leaves
They didn't like his magic,
So they strung him from a tree.
Oh man, what a pity--
He was a friend of mine.

Well me, I was your lover--
You can see my tattoos.
Babe, there was no other--
Only you.
Oh yes, only you.

Your mother was the lightning.
I can't believe it's true.
Your mother was the ocean,
And you're a sky of blue.
Oh, now, don't you feel blue?
Oh, 'cause yes, I feel blue.