Me & The Lord Blues Songtext
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Me & The Lord Blues Songtext
I woke up this morning
And I says to God "I know
You′re gonna hit me if you wanna hit me
But do ya gotta hit so hard?"
No food on my table
Too much on my plate
I bust my brains, back, and ask for nothing
Please tell me, Lord, this is all a mistake
Where is my God of Mercy?
Not of Vengeance but of Love
Hey God, I'm livin′ west of Jersey
Push finally came to shove
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eye
Hey God, this job is killing me
Where is the God of my Fathers?
I can't wait around here all day
Nobody cares, nobody bothers
Help me roll the stone away
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eyes
Hey God, this job is killin' me
Maybe I should just stay here, Lord
Spend the rest of my life in bed
I could probably make it to the end of this year, Lord
Or am I already dead
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eyes
Hey God, this job is killin′ me
Killin′ me
It's killin′ me
Killin' me
And I says to God "I know
You′re gonna hit me if you wanna hit me
But do ya gotta hit so hard?"
No food on my table
Too much on my plate
I bust my brains, back, and ask for nothing
Please tell me, Lord, this is all a mistake
Where is my God of Mercy?
Not of Vengeance but of Love
Hey God, I'm livin′ west of Jersey
Push finally came to shove
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eye
Hey God, this job is killing me
Where is the God of my Fathers?
I can't wait around here all day
Nobody cares, nobody bothers
Help me roll the stone away
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eyes
Hey God, this job is killin' me
Maybe I should just stay here, Lord
Spend the rest of my life in bed
I could probably make it to the end of this year, Lord
Or am I already dead
Every night
I get a ticket to ride
Into the light
On the other side
And I hear freedom
I smell justice
I taste sunshine
In my eyes
Hey God, this job is killin′ me
Killin′ me
It's killin′ me
Killin' me
Writer(s): Scott Kempner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

