Sun Goes Down

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 marys can't cover who I am
I'm a bad man living in purgatory
The devil convinced me that I'ma kill
And die a martyr
In the badlands I listened and heard the stories
The people against me are gonna finish what they started
I'm married at .38. She rusty, but loyal to me
We'll 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 Jessup
With five hollow children on the dresser
Cause When the sun goes down in Georgia
The Lord ain't there and it's hell to pay
The old man by the tombstone looking for blood
Got a blackbird on his grave
I killed a man in West Virginia
And I ain't been right since that day
I'm reminded of the evil and the dirt that I did
Every time I try to pray
As I fall from grace
I feel like Bobby Johnson at the crossroads
With a bottle watching the world go left
Knowing that stopping's not an option
The devil playing possum
So we can blame the arson on our fellow downtrodden
Proud commoners down bottom
Till we surround the coffins
Say our goodbyes and live on
As a Baptist pastor cast away the fire and brimstone
Our appetite for sinners never satisfied
Till we bite the bullet
Saying the same prayer a million times
Is that wise Or foolish?
Cause I ain't been right since I seen the Light
Vanish From another man eyes
Like an innocent Bystander
But the gun was in my hand and I was not panicked
I guess death felt a bit organic
Cymple Man
When the sun goes down in Georgia
The Lord ain't there and it's hell to pay
The old man by the 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
I'm reminded of the evil and the dirt that I did
Every time I try to pray as I fall from grace
Can barely stand my own reflection
A rambling man with no connections
Till the good Lord provides me direction
I keep this pistol for my own protection
My sins may wash away
Our blue skies turn to gray
I'm lost for words as a blackbird singing
GOODBYE'S ON MY GRAVE!
When the sun goes down in Georgia
The Lord ain't there and it's hell to pay
The old man by the tombstone looking for blood
Got a blackbird on his grave
I killed a man in West Virginia
And I ain't been right since that day
I'm reminded of the evil and the dirt that I did
Every time I try to pray
As I fall from grace