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Lord Have Mercy
Lord have mercy Mercy, mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy
There's a picture in the paper That she prayed she'd never see Newsflash bulletins on the radio and on NBC Teardrops on her black dress
She's reachin' for the rosary beads Remembers when that boy was ten An' sang, 'Nobody knows the trouble I've seen' Lamella cannot help her Nobody gonna put her through
She struggled with strife To give the boy the life (That) Daddy always tried to lose
She pauses there for another bourbon Listens to the morning rain With a hopeful hand full of Vicodin She washes away the pain, yeah
Lord have mercy on my wicked son Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
There's a letter in the wallet The kind the coroner returns Faded manila envelope The F.B.I. forgot to burn
Tucker stole the cars In all night bars And the can he stole in Reno An incident gettin' outta hand
Shootin' some pimp over heroin There's a photograph from a motor back And a picture of a mobile home
Still a penny don't drop 'till she gets To the bottom of the page An' now she's frozen 'Cause the postmark say in Tuscon
Date, December of '73 Daddy just been busted She got the baby on her knee, yeah
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Lord have mercy on my wicked son Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy Mercy
Somebody Help me now, yeah
Help me now Lord have mercy on my wicked son Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on my wicked son Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy-ey
Brother injured Death's in his soul No one is guilty or innocent in jail Except for the grieving son And the grieving wife
Told in the name of justice there goes this life Where the bullet of the gun is set in its deadly course Fire with anger without no remorse I think of nothing except one thing Because injustice of my mother's pain
For the cities flared And the sirens blared And all these was ignored so Death grows more And want you to fall in the flames
Nothing is ever the same Doesn't matter your age Stand against that rage
For the [unverified]that lie Another will die And the people that protest Against death and the rest
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