Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ground Don't Want Me, artist - Josh Ritter. Album song Fever Breaks, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Record label: Pytheas, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Ground Don't Want Me |
Buried mama standing with the knife still in her chest |
As per her last instructions at her death |
Said you’ll never get to heaven, son |
So go to hell real slow |
Now the ground don’t want me, mama |
The ground don’t want me, no no no |
I’ve stacked the deck, I’ve held the dead man’s hand so many times |
Eights and aces wishing for the death I hoped was mine |
But cards and guns are all the same |
Each man must draw his own |
Now the ground don’t want me, mama |
The ground don’t want me, no no no |
What is the body when the soul is flown? |
Has it only been forgotten? |
I want to lay down in a field of bone |
But an angel guards the garden |
I killed men in Blue Eye, Barbaco, New Life and Crystal Wells |
In every town, the broken-hearted rang their steeple bells |
For every man, a box |
For every hole, a rose |
Now the ground don’t want me, mama |
The ground don’t want me, no no no |
What is the body when the soul is flown? |
Has it only been forgotten? |
I want to lay down in a field of bone |
But an angel guards the garden |
Then one morning near Arkana, I chanced to watch some violets rise |
Their lunar blues undoing down the fastest days and nights |
And I thought how sweet to sleep |
Beneath the flowers such as those |
But the ground don’t want me, mama |
The ground don’t want me, no no no |
What is the body when the soul is flown? |
Has it only been forgotten? |
I want to lay down in a field of bone |
But an angel guards the garden |
Sometimes I think 'bout mama with the knife still in her chest |
Sometimes I think 'bout all those lucky men I sent to rest |
And how it’s them who are a-sleepin' |
And it’s me who is the ghost |
Now the ground don’t want me, mama |
The ground don’t want me, no no no |
What is the body when the soul is flown? |
Has it only been forgotten? |
I want to lay down in a field of bone |
But an angel guards the garden |