Coming home to an empty room He's up and gone, he's left too soon Out the door and in the ground The only thing that seems to be hanging round It's that hurt and weight asleep on my chest Keeps me up, I get no rest The one I'd never thought I'd lose Guess you gotta pay the devil his dues
And the year I saw my momma cry Was the same when Georgia ran dry
Oh, I remember that August morn When heaven sang in all its glory For one so strong and one so tall Lord, the church could not hold them all
And the year I saw my momma cry Was the same when Georgia ran dry
The river was down so low that day The devil likes his red dirt clay The rain never came and how I cried When he crossed to the other sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
