The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
Yes, when I'm gone, Lord, have mercy, on me
Well I dream of a lady
Like an angel comes to me
And she cools me with water
'Cause I'm scared of the heat
But when I'm gone, Lord, have mercy, on me
When I'm gone, Lord, have mercy, on me