Evening in Missouri
Sing the songs of loneliness
To comfort the brutalness
With an easy tune that falls off your weathered lips
And the winter is crueler
In the deep south I know
The ice it cracks the same
The spring rain, and we sing
Oh Lord
Let me sleep through the thunder
Let me sleep through the rain
One more night before the bondsman comes
And takes it away
Times fall hard
On down the line of fathers
Legacy, it don't change
Mamas fight, the quilting of the slaughter
And the wandering in the devil's den
I know my name
I am my father's daughter
I got his crimes just hanging on me
But the timber grows and watches over the holler
And sings me to sleep with the crying wind
Oh Lord
Let me sleep through the thunder
Let me sleep through the rain
One more night before the bondsman comes
And takes it away
When the master calls
I'm gonna take his hand
And fly away over this land
Bondsman (Evening in Missouri) was produced by Brian Speiser.