The Good Lord
The Dead South
[Intro] [Chorus] Well I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day So I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms [Verse 1] Well I don’t know what you doin’ Fightin’ in this silly war You’re not a yankee love Nor a grey-back confederate Tryin’ to keep these slaves abhorred You were just a simple man Tryin’ to do these things the best you can Now it’s time to come on home Got a baby in the oven That I need to see before she gets old [Chorus] Well I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day So I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms [Verse 2] Well I don’t know what I’m doin’ Fightin’ in this stupid war I’m not a yankee or a grey-back anymore I’ve killed so many men Just to kill so many more Just wanna see my baby before I die In this shitstorm [Instrumental] [Outro] Well I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day So I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms Well I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day So I can see your pretty face Until I die in your arms Until I die in your arms Until I die in your arms
