Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Half of my blood is Cain's blood, half of my blood is Abel
One eye looks to heaven and one eye looks for trouble
Sweet mother, she sang in the Sunday choir
On her head was a halo, she spoke brimstone and fire
Daddy lived by the bottle, Daddy died by the barn
Well he froze one night, Mama said serves him right
The devil can keep him warm
Half of my blood is Cain's blood, half of my blood is Abel
One eye looks to heaven and one eye looks for trouble
Guess I always saw myself as a simple man
There's a man in the mirror I don't understand
Everyday I fight it but I know down deep
It's the secrets I've been keeping rising from their sleep
Now that you know me, do you still need me
Or just half the man
Deep in the darkness, do you still see the light
Will you take me as I am
Half of my blood is Cain's blood, half of my blood is Abel
One eye looks to heaven and one eye looks for trouble
Half of my blood is Cain's blood, half of my blood is Abel
One eye looks to heaven and one eye looks for trouble