I'll get it started. I morphed THE WEIGHT into a religious country song.
THE WEIGHT
You say you’ve been forsaken, feelin’ ‘bout half past dead.
All you want’s a sleeping pill and a pillow for your head.
You’ve got nothin’ to hope for, and everything to dread.
Ann, just come and sit a while and talk with me instead.
Take a load off, Annie.
Give it all to me.
Take a load off, Annie.
Ann, Ann, Ann, you can put the load right on me.
You pulled into to Nazareth, lookin’ for a place to hide.
On the way you saw a man with the devil by his side.
Visions in the desert, stonings in the town.
The man said we’re all sinners here, so put the stones down.
Take a load off, Annie.
Give it all to me.
Take a load off, Annie.
Ann, Ann, Ann, you can put the load right on me.
You pulled into Bethany, and stayed there for a night
In a house where a woman worked real hard to keep her house right.
Her sister lingered with the guests, her life was a delight.
Annie, let that burden go. Don’t fight it, give it flight.
Take a load off, Annie.
Give it all to me.
Take a load off, Annie.
Ann, Ann, Ann, you can put the load right on me.
Hey holy man, hey wand’rin’ man, another man said to me.
I met a young girl with a hurtin’ mind, unhappy as can be.
I saw her just this morning, by a withered fig tree.
Wontch’a go and comfort her, she needs some company.
Take a load off, Annie.
Give it all to me.
Take a load off, Annie.
Ann, Ann, Ann, you can put the load right on me.
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