Lord Have Mercy - Alabama 3

Lord have mercy

Mercy

Mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

There’s a picture in the paper that she prayed she’d never see

Newsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC

Teardrops on her black dress

She’s reachin' for the Rosary beads

Remembers when that boy was ten

An’sang nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen

Lamella cannot help her

Nobody gonna put her through

She struggled with strife to give the boy the life (that)

Daddy always tried to lose

She pours herself another burbon

Listens to the morning rain

With a hopeful hand full of vicodin

She washes away the pain, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son

Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done

I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

There’s a letter in the wallet

The kind the coroner returns

Faded manilla envelope

The F.B.I.

forgot to burn

Tucker stole the cars

In all night bars

And the can he stole in Reno

An incident gettin' outta hand

Shootin' some pimp over heroin

There’s a photograph from a motor back

And a picture of a mobile home

Still a penny don’t drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page

An' now she’s frozen

'cause the postmark say in Tuscon

Date december of seventy-three

Daddy just been busted

She got the baby on her knee, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son

Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done

I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Mercy

Somebody help me now, yeah

Help me now

Lord have mercy on my wicked son

Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done

I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on my wicked son

Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done

I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy-ey

Brother injured

Death’s in his soul

No one is guilty or innocent in jail

Except for the grieving son

And the grieving wife

Told in the name of justice there goes this life

Where the bullet of the gun is set in it’s deadly course

Fire with anger without no remorse

I think of nothing except one thing

Because injustice of my mothers pain

For the cities flared

And the sirens blared

And all these was ignored so

Death grows more

And want you to fall in the flames

Nothing is ever the same

Doesn’t matter your age

Stand against that rage

For the sist that lie

Another will die

And the people that protest

Against death and the rest