The children are crying, they never got their supper Where would you run to, in the darkness of the night? Even shadows fear to wander They gather round me in the candlelight
Your crucifix lies broken, bloody, sharp and shattered I smashed it to pieces on the bedroom floor Pain and prayers and promises scattered Then I pulled the pistol from the dresser drawer
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, What Have I Done? Everything worth holding slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun
The further I fall, the less I falter Forsaken, forgotten without love A slow motion whisper turns into a holler 40 years of push, turns into shove
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, What Have I Done? Everything worth holding slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun
The chair that I sit in I got from my daddy Carved from the hard wood of a bitter tree When he was alive he used tell me, kid I knew when you were born you’d end up snake bit like me
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, What Have I Done? Everything worth holding slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun I’m holding on to the handle of a gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
