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Lord have


Lord mercy
Lord mercy

There's a picture in the paper that she prayed she'd see
bulletins on the radio and on NBC
teardrops on her black
she's reachin' for the Rosary
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 there for burbon
listens to the morning
with a hopeful hand full of
she washes away the pain,

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

There's a in the wallet
the kind the coroner
manilla envelope
the F.B.I. forgot to
stole the cars
in all bars
and the can he stole in
an incident outta hand
some pimp over heroin
there's a photograph from a motor
and a picture of a home
still a penny don't drop she gets to the bottom of the page
an' now frozen
the postmark say in Tuscon
date of seventy-three
daddy just been
she got the on her knee, yeah

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

Somebody me now, yeah

me now
Lord mercy on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong done
I will sing your sweet Kingdom come
Lord mercy
Lord mercy

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

Lord mercy
Lord mercy
Lord mercy
Lord have

injured
death's in his
no one is or innocent in jail
except for the son
and the wife
told in the name of justice there goes life
where the bullet of the gun is set in it's deadly
fire with without no remorse
I think of except one thing
because of my mothers pain
for the cities
and the sirens
and all was ignored so
grows more
and want you to fall in the
is ever the same
doesn't your age
stand that rage
for the sist lie
another die
and the people that
death and the rest