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Lord have mercy
Mercy, mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

There's a picture in the paper
That she prayed she'd never see
Newsflash bulletins on the radio and on NBC
Teardrops on her black dress

She's reachin' for the rosary beads
Remembers when that boy was ten
An' sang, "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen"
Lamella cannot help her
Nobody gonna put her through

She struggled with strife
To give the boy the life
(That)
Daddy always tried to lose

She pauses there for another bourbon
Listens to the morning rain
With a hopeful hand full of Vicodin
She washes away the pain, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy

There's a letter in the wallet
The kind the coroner returns
Faded manila envelope
The F.B.I. forgot to burn

Tucker stole the cars
In all night bars
And the can he stole in Reno
An incident gettin' outta hand

Shootin' some pimp over heroin
There's a photograph from a motor back
And a picture of a mobile home

Still a penny don't drop 'till she gets
To the bottom of the page
An' now she's frozen
'Cause the postmark say in Tuscon

Date, December of '73
Daddy just been busted
She got the baby on her knee, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Mercy

Somebody
Help me now, yeah

Help me now
Lord have mercy on my wicked son
Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
Forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy-ey

Brother injured
Death's in his soul
No one is guilty or innocent in jail
Except for the grieving son
And the grieving wife

Told in the name of justice there goes this life
Where the bullet of the gun is set in its deadly course
Fire with anger without no remorse
I think of nothing except one thing
Because injustice of my mother's pain

For the cities flared
And the sirens blared
And all these was ignored so
Death grows more
And want you to fall in the flames

Nothing is ever the same
Doesn't matter your age
Stand against that rage

For the [unverified] that lie
Another will die
And the people that protest
Against death and the rest