The children are crying, they never got their supper Where would you run to, in the darkness of the night? Even shadows fear to wander They gather round me in the candlelight Your crucifix is broken, bloody, sharp and shattered I smashed it to pieces on the bedroom floor Pain and prayers and promises scattered Then I pulled the pistol from the dresser drawer Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, what have I done? Everything worth holding slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun The further I fall the less I falter Forsaken, forgotten, without love A slow motion whisper turns into a holler Forty years of push turns into a shove Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, what have I done? Everything worth holding just slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun The chair that I sit in belonged to my daddy Carved from the hard wood of a bitter tree When he was alive he used tell me, kid I knew when you were born youd end up snakebit like me Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, what have I done? Everything worth holding slips through my fingers Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun Im holding on to the handle of a gun
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