Dearly departed, saints or whoever, We're gathered together to decide who's better off Cast your ballots on folded paper With letters written in honest prayer
On my left's a loaded weapon but a good man His only gun hidden inside of his head Road on his boots, dust from strange sands Evidence of Delta lands in salt on his collar
On my right's a woman look a lot like me No quarter given, no change received But I, I mean, she's as sweet as can be Your honor, her honor is squeaky clean When she loves, she loves like the back of a hand
I'm asking you now, I petition you here Send him away for a thousand years Send him away for a thousand years I'm asking you now, I petition you here Send him away for a thousand years Send him away for a thousand years
Now, was permission granted, or permission kept? Whose lips last left that cigarette? This cracked engine block of a man, dried horse sweat on his bare hands And the wild eyes of a setting sun?
I'm asking you now, my sisters, my peers Send him away for a thousand years Send him away for a thousand years I'm asking you now, my sisters, my peers Send him away for a thousand years
Not for the crimes you could plainly see But the ones he dared to keep from meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
