Sun Goes Down Lyrics – Hard Target & Cymple Man
Please Father forgive me for the hell that I know I deserve
I can’t wash away the blood on my hands
Long nights liquor bottles and these smoke filled rooms
These hail Mary’s can’t cover who I am
I’m bad man living in purgatory
the devil convince me that I’mma *** and die a martyr
In the badlands I listened and heard the stories
The people against me are going to finish what they started
I married a 38, she’s rusty but loyal to me
won’t meet at the pearly gates
but I know that she truly knew me
and she
Accepted me for my faults, when I left her back in Jesup
With Five hollowed children on the dresser
When the sun goes down in Georgia
The Lord and there and it’s hell to pay
THE Old man by a tombstone looking for blood
got a black bird on his grave
I killed a man in West Virginia
and I ain’t been right since that day
Im Reminded of the evil and the dirt that I did
every time that I try to pray As I fall from Grace
