Fathers And Sons
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Have mercy, Father
On me, your son
Just a damned old sinner
Ashamed of things I've done
I beg forgiveness
For the prayers I've said
And the lies that burn like
Coals upon my head
And the lies that burn like
Coals upon my head
Upon my head
Lord, I feel the burning
Of my daddy's skin
And see the fire in his eyes
When he finished that bottle of gin
It all turned to quiet
And my mamma's sighs
They laid him stone-cold sober in the ground
And they covered his eyes
They laid him stone-cold sober in the ground
And they covered his eyes
Lord, I covered my eyes
She was just a baby
But I'd swore I would
So we wed in the dead of the winter
When the money was good
Well spring come early but
It left too soon
Then hell come fallin' from the sky
With the fires of June
Then hell come fallin' from the sky
With the fires of June
With the fires of June
Up come the fever
Of the dead and the low
Like a spirit come a-livin'
In the bottle and the neon glow
There were dens of liars
And she knew I's in
Well I swore on my soul that I loved her
But I did it again
Well I swore on my soul that I loved her
But I did it again
But I did it again
It shook her babies
And it tore her heart
When I raged like a devil
And I fired like a shot in the dark
All smokin' powder
All steam and bite
Just a cold-blood killer with a tongue
Like the edge of a knife
Just a cold-blood killer with a tongue
Like the edge of a knife
Like the edge of a knife
Have mercy, Father
He's just a child
Let him roll on a slow
Through the green of the valley a while
I'll spare him sorrow
I'll do him right
Once I'm stone-cold sober in the ground
And he covers his eyes
Once I'm stone-cold sober in the ground
And he covers his eyes
And he covers his eyes
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