Adam Turla - The Big Sleep lyrics

At the end of the road He calls everyone home And the fire will consume us Striking through to the bone At the end of the road You will soon hear him call As the congregations crumble And the chapels will fall And the taste on your tongue Well it comes, yeah it comes With the bittersweet pang Of remorse and pain 'Til the judgment is made The prosecution's won The gavel has fallen And justice is done The courtroom clears I'm left alone on the bench My wife and children gone Along with the defense The bailiff leads me back to my cell Like the riverman ferrying me to hell I can't blame them, no To hate me for what I've done I hear them whispering in the hall You live and die by the gun All I can do is sit here and pray I'll be forgiven on Judgment Day Tell my wife in our yard Buried underneath the pine There's a shoebox full of money Of which I never earned a dime Use it to start over The way things should have been Live honest And love again Tell my wife, tell my kids: I never meant for this to happen When they flip the switch Please do not stay I couldn't bear for you To remember me this way