You just pray with me, lost daughters and sons
Drink a little, smoke before the barrel of the gun
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be so many more.
You just stay with me lost daughters and sons.
Ain't nobody leaving until this bottle is done
Them troubles outside of my door
There ain't no way to add them up there's going to be.
There's going to be, there's