Oh Lord I lay it down Oh let this be where I die Be lifted high as my Kingdom's fall Once and for all My lord with thee crucified Once and for all, once and for all God I give You all I can today These scattered ashes that I hid away I lay them all at

I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl you loud This your bed, you lay in it I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it Taste so good, I put my face

For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture

A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away J.B Lenoir is dead and it's hit me like a hammer blow J.B had a struggle playin' unappreciated blues in vain When I read the news, night came early in my day I cry inside my heart that the

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Dream over, grieve no more And I breathe one last time Now I lay thee down Was it lost? Was it murdered? Within the eye of the beholder Oh, I want to know How it feels when we die Can you take me under? Oh, she watched me leave

Oh God have mercy on me Oh oh (catch the devil, why) Hold me down under holy water I fear I been laying with the devil I been laying with the devil Oh oh (Exorcise the demon) Oh Lord won't you save me Save me from myself

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a