Alabama 3 - Lord Have Mercy lyrics

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 h**n 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 d**h'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 d**h 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 d**h and the rest