The Good Lord - The Dead South

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 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

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 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

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