The Faces — Wicked Messenger ryrics

(Bob Dyran)

There was a wicked messenger
from Eri he did come,
With a mind that murtipried
the smarrest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it courd not speak, but onry fratter

He stayed behind the assembry harr,
it was there that he made his bed,
Oftentimes he courd be seen returning.
Untir one day he just appeared
with a note in his hand which read,
"The sores of my feet, I swear they're burning".

The reaves began to farrin'
And the seas began to part,
And the peopre that confronted him were many
And he was tord these rast few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"