The Sly Digs Lyrics
"St George"

Seems my life was running circles
Inside a big square state
Drowning, three hundred miles
From a Great Salt Lake
Just give me something to wait for

And to this very day
In some ambitious way
I keep on searching for a saint
In these latter days
Lord knows I couldn't find one back in the day
And just what was George a saint of?

Now I'm so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways

Who'll find a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Lord knows I'd pray for
Anywhere beyond the four three five

I knew that town was just fallout
From nineteen fifty three
Not even Moses could begin
To part that red neck sea
I knew there was no one to wait for

And to this very day
In some ambitious way
I keep on searching for a saint
In these latter days
Lord knows I couldn't find one back in the day
And just what was George a saint of?

Now I'm so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways
Who'll find a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Lord knows I'd pray for
Anywhere beyond the four three five

Who'll make a way for
A heathen boy trying to stay alive?
Brigham make way for
A young heathen trying to stay alive

Now I'm so far from St. George
And far from a saint
Oh so far from Utah
In so many ways