The Good Lord

Well, I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day So I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms Well, I don′t know what you doin' Fightin′ in this silly war You're not a yankee, love Nor a grey-back confederate Tryna keep these slaves abhorred You were just a simple man Tryna do these things the best you can Now it's time to come on home I got a baby in the oven That I need to dine before she gets old Well I pray, every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms Well, I don′t know what I′m doin' Fightin′ in this stupid war I'm not a yankee or a grey-back anymore I′ve killed so many men Just to kill so many more Just wanna see my baby before I die In this shitstorm Well, I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face Until I arrive in your arms Well, I pray every day That the good Lord keep me safe And I try to hide all this fear built in my spine Give a man a day so I can see your pretty face Until I die in your arms Until I die in your arms Until I die in your arms