John Wesley Harding recording session 3, Nashville TN - 29.nov.1967, album version
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
He answered with his thumb
For his tongue it could not speak but only flatter.
He stayed behind the assembly hall
It was there he made his bed
Often times he could be seen returnin'
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hands which read
"The soles of my feet i swear they're burnin'.''
Oh, the leaves began to fall
And the seas began to part
An' the people that confronted him were many
An' he was told but these few words
Which opened up his heart
"If you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any.''