Joshua James - Mother Mary
LRC歌词
[00:00.75]Mother Mary - Joshua James
[00:31.40]I've walked half of this country to get to this town
[00:36.70]To put a bill in my pocket and shake the dirt from a crown
[00:42.23]If your worries are trouble then your trouble is broke
[00:47.64]Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor
[00:53.22]Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor
[01:05.47]Well the colors ain't mixin and our tolerance has run dry
[01:10.77]So you board up your windows to make it thorugh the night
[01:14.93]They might hunt you like foxes but they'll sell you as slaves
[01:20.89]You'll be the one throwin fire when they make it to the grave
[01:26.24]You'll be the one throwin fire when they make it to the grave
[01:40.49]Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
[01:50.70]Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
[02:26.33]Well we're havin this baby come the first of July
[02:31.91]My job is a joke and this bank account dry
[02:37.07]If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach
[02:41.44]Well He'd burn these here bastards and out shoes on my feet
[02:47.67]He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes
[02:51.48]And put shoes on my feet
[03:01.21]Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
[03:11.53]Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed
[03:21.31]She wants her son's blood washed
[03:25.66]She wants her son's blood washed
[03:31.71]She wants her son's blood washed
[03:36.22]She wants her son's blood my love
[03:42.31]She wants her son's blood my love
[03:46.79]She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
文本歌词
Mother Mary - Joshua James
I've walked half of this country to get to this town
To put a bill in my pocket and shake the dirt from a crown
If your worries are trouble then your trouble is broke
Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor
Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor
Well the colors ain't mixin and our tolerance has run dry
So you board up your windows to make it thorugh the night
They might hunt you like foxes but they'll sell you as slaves
You'll be the one throwin fire when they make it to the grave
You'll be the one throwin fire when they make it to the grave
Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
Well we're havin this baby come the first of July
My job is a joke and this bank account dry
If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach
Well He'd burn these here bastards and out shoes on my feet
He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes
And put shoes on my feet
Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
Mother Mary called: She wants her son's blood washed
She wants her son's blood washed
She wants her son's blood washed
She wants her son's blood washed
She wants her son's blood my love
She wants her son's blood my love
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls