| Here come chilly preacher |
| Stumblin' 'gainst the wind |
| Singing, love, love is something to believe in |
| A prayer and the sea and twenty tons of me |
| Crying love, love is something to believe in |
| To my child of wonder rambling |
| On my crooked fingers pointing blame |
| Let it all wash out in the rain |
| Let’s let it all wash out in the rain |
| Beyond the drunken focus of my aim |
| I’m the hero twistin' in the flame |
| Let’s let it all wash out in the rain |
| Let it all wash out in the rain |
| One more for forgiveness |
| Twistin' in the cold |
| Singing love, love is something I believe in |
| Too much my defenses are danglin' from the chain |
| Oh, but free, free is something to believe in |
| To my God I want my gypsy train |
| To my child a howlin' tambourine |
| Let it all wash out in the rain |
| Let it all wash out in the rain |
| Yes let it all wash out in the rain |
| Let it all wash out in the rain |
| Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm |