Line it up before me for a piece of my disease I feel your pain around me and it brings me to my knees. “Twist the rope and make it spin!” I’ve heard the women cry! I‘d rather run from what must be done Than know the reason why... These thunderclouds come rolling in And makes my dust to mud! It waters my seeds of discontent And agitates my blood I feel… An acre of pain Has been my row to hoe An acre of pain It’s got nowhere to go An acre of pain As the cold rain starts to freeze If I just pray for an early frost To cauterize my disease… https://youtube/watch?v=V3d1K76Bhvs
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 22:45:09 +0000
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