Surprised

Is this a suitcase is it mine
Am I waitin' by the candy stand
Beneath the Greyhound Station sign?
Have I got a ticket in my hand?
Stupid
The people of Spruce Pine are stupid.

Lord, I'll call the whole trip off
If Leroy Evans looks me in the face
Nope, I win, he's terrorized
This town is a superstitious place
Next week, wont they be surprised.

Get your tickets ready
This is Memphis bus, by way of Johnson City, Kingsport
Knoxville, Nashville, and a bunch's towns
No bigger'n this one. Tickets, please.

The Baltimore Catechism. A Catholic, in these parts?
No ma'am
Move along, m…oooh. Miss
“Mr. Wallace Weatherman”
Give my scar another look
In a week you'll be surprised
Got my healin' planned out in my book
Next week, I'll come back disguised.

He thinks well of himself, I can tell that
But what does he have, really?

Lips? This. Cheeks? Flat
I sure don't want mine like that
Nose? Bent. Ears? Runts
Got four eyes and he can't see once
Nothing in his face for me
His hair though is it Cherokee?
It's black enough to be
I want my own as soft as a breeze
And also curlier, please.

Do you mind if I sit here, dear?
I like to be up front, so's I can look out the front winders
Otherwise I get dizzy, looking off to the side.

Once I bet her eyes were green
Wonder how those eyes would look on me
Funny, if she recognized
Finders keepers, lady, wait and see
Next week, won't you be surprised.

Praise God, it is started. September 4th, 1964.

Mama, your book says “It's blessed to pity”
Mama, just look, I'm a long ways from pretty
Be an angel, Mama, help to save me
Make the Lord restore the face you gave me
And I will praise his grace,
Rain or shine
When you see a brand-new face
When you see a brand-new face
When you see a brand-new face
And it's mine
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be.

You going far?
Tulsa, Oklahoma
I never been there. I hear the trees give out. Oh! My goodness
That's just why I'm going. Get this scar healed once and for all.

‘Course my mailman Vincent Finzer was
Born with a cleft palate, and he couldn't be any sweater!
I wasn't born with this scar
It took an axe blade to split my face in two.