Salvation Blues
Salvation Blues
You don't miss your papa
Until he is slamming the gate
You don't weep for your mama
Until she lying in the grave
You don't stop drinking whiskey
Until the funds have all gone
You don't pray to Jesus
Until there's something to be won
You don't laugh
Until you fall on to your face
And all of God's children
Carry a sack of chains
You don't sing,
Until your full to the brim
You don't feel free
Until your tied to a chair
In the county jail
You can't dream
Unless you sleep
On a bed of nails
O God what have you done
To the girl that kept me sane
Lost in some town
Sticking needles in her veins
O lord can I swap my barrel of sorrows
For a bucketful of woes
And all Gods children say amen
Copyright © Paul Martin | Year Posted 2014
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