Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Prayer, artist - Aaron Watson. Album song The Underdog, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Record label: Big Label
Song language: English
The Prayer |
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne’s a busted chair |
This crown has turned to rust and it’s all tangled in my hair |
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee |
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me |
There’s the man in white, his words are painted red |
There’s power in his blood and only truth in what is said |
There’s the man in black with a needle in his vein |
Lying flat upon his back this is the prayer that he once prayed |
He said, my mountain is a mole hill, my throne’s a busted chair |
This crown has turned to rust and it’s all tangled in my hair |
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee |
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me |
And this harem in my heart is filled with pot metal and fools gold |
Once your statue turns to dirt all that’s left in the end is your soul |
God save your soul |
So he said shout out of control with all your heart and soul |
Though this cold world may tear you apart |
Let the whole world know |
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne’s a busted chair |
This crown has turned to rust and it’s all tangled in my hair |
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee |
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me |
My mountain is a mole hill, my throne’s a busted chair |
This crown has turned to rust and it’s all tangled in my hair |
This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee |
Upon my castle made of sand I cannot be the king of me |
Lord, I am just a man |
I cannot be the king of me |