| Lord have mercy
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| Mercy
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| Mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| There’s a picture in the paper that she prayed she’d never see
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| Newsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC
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| Teardrops on her black dress
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| She’s reachin' for the Rosary beads
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| Remembers when that boy was ten
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| An’sang nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
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| Lamella cannot help her
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| Nobody gonna put her through
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| She struggled with strife to give the boy the life (that)
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| Daddy always tried to lose
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| She pours herself another burbon
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| Listens to the morning rain
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| With a hopeful hand full of vicodin
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| She washes away the pain, yeah
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| Lord have mercy on my wicked son
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| Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done
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| I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| There’s a letter in the wallet
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| The kind the coroner returns
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| Faded manilla envelope
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| The F.B.I. |
| forgot to burn
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| Tucker stole the cars
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| In all night bars
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| And the can he stole in Reno
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| An incident gettin' outta hand
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| Shootin' some pimp over heroin
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| There’s a photograph from a motor back
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| And a picture of a mobile home
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| Still a penny don’t drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page
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| An' now she’s frozen
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| 'cause the postmark say in Tuscon
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| Date december of seventy-three
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| Daddy just been busted
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| She got the baby on her knee, yeah
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| Lord have mercy on my wicked son
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| Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done
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| I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Mercy
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| Somebody help me now, yeah
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| Help me now
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| Lord have mercy on my wicked son
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| Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done
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| I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy on my wicked son
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| Forgive him Lord for the wrong he’s done
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| I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy-ey
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| Brother injured
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| Death’s in his soul
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| No one is guilty or innocent in jail
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| Except for the grieving son
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| And the grieving wife
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| Told in the name of justice there goes this life
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| Where the bullet of the gun is set in it’s deadly course
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| Fire with anger without no remorse
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| I think of nothing except one thing
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| Because injustice of my mothers pain
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| For the cities flared
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| And the sirens blared
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| And all these was ignored so
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| Death grows more
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| And want you to fall in the flames
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| Nothing is ever the same
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| Doesn’t matter your age
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| Stand against that rage
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| For the sist that lie
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| Another will die
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| And the people that protest
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| Against death and the rest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord Have Mercy , by - Alabama 3. Song from the album Power In The Blood, in the genre Альтернатива