Work Song · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

Boys workin on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I never want once from the cherry tree

Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin me

When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

That's when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

My baby never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the lowland plot I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her