Love, God and Murder lyrics

Bring a drink of water Leroy bring a drink of water (no)

If I could get to mercy man he's give me some I know

I got a gal in Vickburg Bertha is her name

Wish I's tied to Bertha instead of this ball and chain
I'm goin' to Memphis (that's right Lord) yeah (uh huh)

But dues took all my money wouldn't let me see the cards

I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light

Wes Hardin is his name they say he travels in the night

For he might have to kill or walk around a fight

And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun

He won't say how many tried and died

Up against the top hand up against the wrong man cause Hardin' wouldn't run

Well I feel better all over more than anywhere else baby when I'm out with you

Well I feel better all over more than anywhere else when you kiss me like you do

Well am as wild as a buck everytime you cause me up
You sure make me feel like a wheel

Well I feel better all over more than anywhere else that's exactly how I feel

[ steel - fiddle ]

Well a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say

And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days

Up stepped a little boy with the basket please take it Lord he said
And with just a five loaves and two little fishes five thousand had fish and bread

Who was it everybody (it was Jesus) who was it everybody (it was Jesus)

There are some things I may not know there are some places I can't go

But I am sure of this one thing my God is real for I can feel him in my soul
My god is real real in my soul my God is real for he has washed and made me whole

His love for me is like pure gold my God is real for I can feel him in my soul

[ piano ]

Some folks may doubt some folks may scorn

I may say that I don't care hold up head up in the air

Even tell my friends I'm glad that you don't call
But when the day is through my heartaches start anew

And that's when I miss you most of all

And my arms keep reaching for you my eyes keep searching for you

My lips keep calling for you and my shoes keep walking back to you

[ fiddle ]

I looked over Jordan and what did i see?

Commin' for to carry me home

There was a band of angels, a-commin after me

Commin' for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Commin' for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Commin' for to carry me home

I'm sometimes up, and i'm sometimes down

Comin' for to carry me home

But but i know my soul is heavenly bound

I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round the bend
and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when,
I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don´t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State

I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8

I've always done an honest job honest as I could

Got a brother named Frankie Frankie ain't no good
Ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down

I'd get a call on a short way Frankie's in trouble downtown

But if it was any other man I'd put him straight away

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine,
I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night

Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light

There were few at the scene, but they all agreed

That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me

The judge said son, what is your alibi

If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die

I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life

For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Chorus

Don’t call my name out your window, I’m leavin’ --
I won’t even turn my head.
Don’t sent your kinfolk to give me no talkin’ --
I’ll be gone, like I said.

You’d just say the same old things
That you be sayin’ all along,
Just lay there in your bed and keep your mouth shut,
Till I’m gone.