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five hour drive
five hour drive from Georgia
they don’t bother there to warn you
it’s raining (oh lord it pours)
white knuckles around the weel
I can’t deny the fear
of aiming (towards an end)

the road is weary now
eyes are glassy so
I pull over and fall asleep
engine’s cold when I wake
windows steamy, I take
one last cigarette to light the way

oh, I’m a righteous man
but even righteous stories need to end

lay me down, lay me down
where my children have their home
lay me down, lay me down by the sea
lay me down, lay me down
where the sun hits the ground
oh mother please lift me up, oh, to thee

my body’s getting colder
my sons are getting older
I wish (I had known them better)
your face it looks the same,
all those years of war and pain
let’s bury (them now for good)

you know I did what I could
not to be misunderstood
but everybody fails sometimes
just let me hold you near
I’ll whisper oh my dear,
you’ve never looked more beautiful

oh, I’m a righteous man
but even righteous men need a helping hand
to hold and to understand
that sometimes
the tide
is stronger than your mind
so hear my wish

lay me down, lay me down
where my children have their home
lay me down by the sea
lay me down, lay me down
where the sun hits the ground
oh mother please lift me up, oh, to thee

lay me down, lay me down
where my children have their home
lay me down by the sea
lay me down, lay me down
where the sun hits the ground
oh mother please lift me up, oh, to thee
oh mother please lift me up, oh, to thee