Jay munly - The Denver Boot lyrics

I found my true love sprawled without breath Between her bloody thighs was our newborn who caused her d**h I paced on over to meet my newborn But my boots they cannot grip upon this blood-soaked floor I will wear the Denver boot I called my preacher from Canada "Oh tell me, preacher, what's wrong with my child?" "He's got the Helling", my preacher say He grabbed my elbow and tell me I must take him far away We went to my car, turned the engine on My car, it just stay put, though my boot's to the floor I opened my door, I look at the ground And around my tire the Denver boot was bound I will wear the Denver boot I had my newborn cradled in my arms We crossed the mountains of Californ' My newborn's hungry for my true love's breast Hey, I'm a weak man, I stick to my vest I found a goat farm, but no canteen I looked in my boot, worn and unclean I grabbed a goat's tit, I squeezed out the milk Filled up the Denver boot, from this my son drank and he did not spill I will wear the Denver boot In California, they've got earthquakes The flock does crave them next to my son's shakes In San Francisco, there are men's choirs They sing me to the ocean, to escape Hell's fire And at the water, I took off my boot Placed my son inside, to ride upon the ocean until they find the truth I will wear the Denver boot