Lord Won't You Help Me - Sara Watkins

Traveling around the country

Rambling all the time

Just me and this old guitar

For a dollar and a dime and a glass of wine

Oh lord, won’t you help me before I lose my mind

Got a little woman way back home

You know lord I crave

Spends every dollar that I make

Gonna drive me to my grave, that lonely home

Oh lord won’t you help me before I’m dead and gone

I wish I was down in Nashville town

The sunny south you know

Leaving ol' Chicago

With her ice and stone, chilled to the bone

Oh lord won’t you help me ride this greyhound home

Well, I hope I get to heaven

In mansions bright to dwell

With bad luck always following me around

I’ll fall right back to hell just to shovel coal

Oh lord won’t you help me save my worthless soul

Oh lord won’t you help me, help me before I lose my mind