Mother Mary by Joshua James
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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