[Verse 1] Lay me down in a potter's field When you're dead and gone, there's nothing that they can steal I know I don't know much, this one's [for effect?] The only thing that working hard'll get you is nothing but a worn-out back
[Verse 2] I'm still trying to figure out if the good Lord's on my side And I'm still tryin' to make days out of dark and lonely nights But that Holy [?] Almighty got his hands wrapped 'round my throat I won't let that kinda cold get at my bones
[Verse 3] I know it don't come easy, you wandering wayward soul Like a [?] Queen of Spades spinnin' 'round and 'round and 'round in the [?] I got a fear of what's coming, I got fear of what I don't know When it's my name called on the roll, I'll be good and ready to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
