Too Sick to Pray - Alabama 3

I’m in a lonely room

Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues

Winter’s walking up the avenue

And I ain’t seen the sunshine since the 6th of June

But I tell you this

Chorus:

Don’t call the doctor, I’m gonna get better

Don’t run for the priest, I’m gonna find some faith

Just because I burned my bible baby

It don’t mean, I’m too sick to pray

I’m in a crowded place

But I can’t recognize a single face

They say the thrill is in the chase

Well I ain’t got the legs, ain’t got the legs

To run that race

But I tell you this

Chorus:

Don’t call the doctor, I’m gonna get better

Don’t run for the priest, I’m gonna find some faith

Just because I burned my bible baby

It don’t mean, I’m too sick to pray

They say I made my money messing up young minds

I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain

Yea left them with their pain

Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain

Yea left them with their pain

Exit your boy with his ill-got pain

Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains

Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold

As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone

The doctor came knocking, wasn’t nobody home

Better burn a candle light

Rap

Ease The Pain

Repeat Chorus

The doctor came knocking, wasn’t nobody home

Ease the pain

Gotta find some faith

Repeat chorus

Better burn the candle bright

Rap

Ease The Pain