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Lord have


Lord have
Lord have

There's a picture in the paper that she prayed never see
bulletins on the radio and on NBC
teardrops on her dress
she's for the Rosary beads
when that boy was ten
an'sang nobody knows the trouble seen
cannot help her
nobody gonna put her
she struggled with strife to the boy the life (that)
always tried to lose
she pauses for another burbon
listens to the morning
with a hopeful hand full of
she washes away the pain,

Lord have on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong done
I will sing 'till your sweet come
Lord have
have mercy

There's a letter in the
the kind the returns
faded envelope
the F.B.I. forgot to
Tucker the cars
in all night
and the can he in Reno
an incident outta hand
shootin' some pimp over
a photograph from a motor back
and a picture of a home
still a penny drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page
an' now frozen
the postmark say in Tuscon
date of seventy-three
just been busted
she got the on her knee, yeah

Lord have on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong done
I will 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have
have mercy

Somebody help me now,

me now
Lord have mercy on my son
forgive him for the wrong he's done
I will 'till your sweet Kingdom come
have mercy
Lord have

Lord have mercy on my son
forgive him Lord for the he's done
I sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord mercy
Lord mercy

Lord have
Lord mercy
have mercy
Lord mercy-ey

injured
death's in his
no one is or innocent in jail
for the grieving son
and the grieving
told in the name of there goes this life
where the bullet of the gun is set in it's course
fire with anger without no
I think of except one thing
because injustice of my pain
for the cities
and the sirens
and all was ignored so
grows more
and want you to fall in the
nothing is the same
doesn't your age
against that rage
for the sist lie
will die
and the people that
against and the rest