J. Tillman - Your Mother's Ghost lyrics
[J. Tillman - Your Mother's Ghost lyrics]
Oh, my son heed these words
My father never shared them with his own
Take this bread drink this wine
Let the blood run down your
Throat and up your spine there's a ghost
On my lips she gives me wisdom
To guide your steps if I had been
A godly man i could have spared your mother
From my drunken hands and as we dig
Her casket's bed
Oh, think upon my sins for which she bled
There's a ghost on my lips
She gives me wisdom to guide your steps
Oh, oh oh, my son
Heed these words
My father never shared them with his own
My father never shared them with his own
Take this bread drink this wine
Let the blood run down your
Throat and up your spine there's a ghost
On my lips she gives me wisdom
To guide your steps if I had been
A godly man i could have spared your mother
From my drunken hands and as we dig
Her casket's bed
Oh, think upon my sins for which she bled
There's a ghost on my lips
She gives me wisdom to guide your steps
Oh, oh oh, my son
Heed these words
My father never shared them with his own