Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tom Ames' Prayer, artist - Steve Earle. Album song Train A Comin', in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.01.1997
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Tom Ames' Prayer |
Everyone in Nacogdoches knew Tom Ames would come to some bad end |
Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such |
By the time that he was ten |
And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill |
And he tucked it in his hand |
He said I can tell you’re headed for trouble son |
And your momma wouldn’t understand |
So he took that money and his brothers old bay |
And he left without a word of thanks |
Fell in with a crowd in some border town |
And took to robbin' banks |
Outside the law your luck will run out fast |
And a few years came and went |
'Till he’s trapped in an alley in Abilene |
With all but four shells spent |
And he realized prayin' was the only thing |
That he hadn’t ever tried |
Well he wasn’t sure he knew quite how |
But he looked up to the sky |
Said you don’t owe me nothin' and as far as I know |
Lord don’t owe nothin' to you |
And I ain’t askin' for a miracle Lord |
Just a little bit of luck will do |
And you know I ain’t never prayed before |
But it always seemed to me |
If prayin' is the same as beggin' Lord |
I don’t take no charity |
Yeah but right now Lord with my back to the wall |
Can’t help but recall |
How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse |
In Fort Smith, Arkansas |
Judge Parker said guilty and the gavel came down |
Just like a cannon shot |
And I went away quietly |
And I began to file and plot |
Well they sent the preacher down to my cell |
He said the Lord is your only hope |
He’s the only friend that you gonna have |
When you hit the end of Parker’s rope |
Well I guess he coulda' kept on preachin' 'till Christmas |
But he turned his back on me |
I put a home made blade to that golden throat |
And asked the deputy for the key |
Well it ain’t the first close call I ever had |
I’m sure you already know |
I had some help from you Lord and the devil himself |
It’s been strictly touch and go |
Yeah but who in the hell am I talkin' to? |
There ain’t no one here but me |
Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt |
And he walked out in the street |