Mother Mary Lyrics

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 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 from
the walls

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