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Lord mercy


Lord mercy
Lord have

There's a picture in the paper that she she'd never see
bulletins on the radio and on NBC
teardrops on her black
reachin' for the Rosary beads
remembers when boy was ten
nobody knows the trouble I've seen
lamella help her
nobody gonna put her
she struggled strife to give the boy the life (that)
daddy always tried to
she pauses for another burbon
listens to the rain
with a hopeful hand of vicodin
she washes the pain, yeah

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

a letter in the wallet
the the coroner returns
faded envelope
the F.B.I. to burn
Tucker the cars
in all night
and the can he stole in
an gettin' outta hand
shootin' pimp over heroin
there's a 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
daddy just busted
she got the baby on her knee,

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

Somebody help me now,

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

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

Lord mercy
have mercy
Lord have
Lord mercy-ey

injured
death's in his
no one is or innocent in jail
except for the son
and the wife
told in the name of there goes this life
where the bullet of the gun is set in deadly course
fire with without no remorse
I think of nothing except one
because of my mothers pain
for the cities
and the sirens
and all these was so
death more
and you to fall in the flames
nothing is ever the
doesn't your age
stand against rage
for the that lie
will die
and the that protest
against and the rest