Preacher gave it to him when he was eight, That Sunday morning he got saved in that little church Grandaddy totted it to Bible school I bet back then it looked brand new, not a faded word Now the cover’s torn and the leather’s worn… on that Old King James
He took it with him overseas, England, France and Germany Right there in the middle of hell Said he read it every night, he swore that it’d saved his life His only hope when there was no hope left Was in that Old King James
Passed it down to Momma on the day he died Sat there for the longest time just gathering the dust But when life would take a sharp turn every now and then And she would just start missing him, I’d see her pick it up Now the cover’s torn and the leather’s worn…. on that Old King James
You’ll find on every other page, yellow lines or tear drop stains Every chapter of that good book Been through cancer, war and crazy kids, all the stupids things I did I may never know the toll I took… on her and that Old King James
Yeah I’m the one who’s got it now, She said read it when you’re feeling down and I said Yes Ma’am Now the cover’s torn and the leather’s worn… on that Old King James.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
