Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drown, artist - Israel Nash Gripka. Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Song language: English
Drown |
| I was raised in the Sallisaw Hills |
| Momma stayed at home and daddy worked the fields |
| We was always living just like the rest |
| But back then it was only living at best |
| I was 18, well I left home |
| For a tent colony up in Colorado |
| Good pay for men mining up the coal |
| At the end of the day we were just digging holes |
| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing |
| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone |
| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around |
| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down |
| Then one night I was hanging with the gang |
| Half past ten and the messenger came |
| Daddy was a-calling from the panhandle line |
| Telling me that my momma had died |
| Two months later in the Ludlow camp |
| The union ran deep and a strike was planned |
| Baby you know how these things end |
| When a whisper is a shout and a handshake is a fist |
| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing |
| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone |
| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around |
| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down put them into ground |
| Took a bullet in the arm and I was through with it |
| The death special rolled in, I just split |
| Gambling up your life just to work it away |
| Ain’t worth the blood on your hands and the $ 2 pay |
| Took the clothes on my back and I headed out East |
| Working on the docks and reveling in the streets |
| Got mixed up with another man’s wife |
| Was on the killing end of a Colt .45 |
| Oh Roberta Jean I don’t feel much like dancing |
| Wish to God you’d just leave me alone |
| Got the feeling that I don’t need no one around |
| I’m gonna go to the river, I’m gonna lay my burdens down |
| So wash me as white as the snow |
| As pure as the lamb |
| Shroud me in the cloth, oh Lord |
| Take me as I am, oh as I am |