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 you’d 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
I’m holding on to the handle of a gun
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