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Cowboy Junkies Whites Off Earth Now

, my Lord, my Lord He take my baby away Why, why, why, why? When your soul don't come back Lord, I hung my head and cried Said, now baby please Please don't worry Said, now

shotgun, I broke down, I started to mow my baby down, yeah Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do If that's the case now, people

Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Back to New Orleans You know I love you so You know I love you so Well

Don't the moon look pretty Shining down through the trees Don't that shining moon look pretty, baby Shining down through the trees You know I can see

Early this morning, he knocked on my door I said, early this morning, he knocked on my door I said, "Hello Satan, well I believe, it's time to go" Me

I went to the crossroads Fell down on my knee I asked the Lord above me for mercy "Save Bob, if you please" Standing, standing on the crossroad Yeah

Just waltzing in Well, I got my shotgun, I broke down I started to mow that man down Yeah, they tell me God forgives you If that's the case now, people

You may bury my body down by the highway side So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride Early this morning, he knocked on my door Now

New Jersey Turnpike Riding on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow Down where the great black river flow Licence, registration... I ain't got none