The old man turned and scratched his chin He said Son, I wouldnt know where to begin, but your daddys gone, Hes gone down south... it was all he would talk about We never blamed it on the soil Or the sunburned earth Or the prices of the oil This border town is my home I got rattlesnake guts In a desert full of bones Tell my sister Ive gone and to find someone cause I wont come back no more, no more Lord I see red and its storming in my head I got cathedrals in my ears and I think my Daddys dead Lord I see red and Im prayin on my bed I got a drunk for a mother Got a saint for a brother
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 19:31:35 +0000
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