Sweat-Stained Elijah

(hmmmm-mmm) Elijah Lee Johnson walks into the room

Bringing the cold air,

bringing the doom

He works the hard soil under the sun

And he smells like sweat when the day

is done

Elijah

Lee, oh Elijah Lee

A meaner man you never will see

Work-worn hands and a heavy stride

With a bitter look

he tries to hide

He don't say much but his shadow is long

Every word he speaks is harsh and wrong

With dirt on his boots and a sour grin

He'll take your pride and break it again

There's no mercy in his gaze

Just a bitter, burning haze (oh yeah)

Elijah

Lee, oh Elijah Lee

A meaner man you never will see

Work-worn hands and a heavy stride

With a bitter look

he tries to hide

Elijah Lee...

(he smells like sweat)