Mama - Chris Cobb

Help me escape from this deserted sea Lord I think that the devil might be after me I don't want to waste my integrity I just a man livin' a one night stand, I tell you what you need Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Just a little taste, that's all I need Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden off a forbidden tree A simple scheme from judging fate Simple as it may be, it's more than I can take Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Guitar man, play me a tune I got one foot tappin' and nothing to lose I'm lose I don't what to be found The end for me could be comin' real soon I'd like a glass of tea mixed with a sassafras root and a bread of higher ground Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away, won't you wash my sins away

Well, I ought to be working in a coal mine Neck deep in black lung soot Swinging a pick at that mountain side Halfway to China, I think I would Fit right in where the sun don't shine She's better off alone Yeah, I ought to be working in a coal mine Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Swimming in that Texas tea I could make a killing all on my own Selling my misfortune to a family 'Cause when I hit rock bottom The deeper down I go Yeah, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be working for the railroads Sweat pouring off my back Hauling away a heavy load It's a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track And I can't take her with me She's better off without Yeah, I ought to be working for the railroads Lord knows I'm good at leaving town When it comes to love I ain't got a clue What this heart of mine is supposed to do It tears me up inside what I put her through Still she won't let go Well, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Over my head in dirt If I had a shovel I'd bury this heart Six feet down and my last words would be: "I never meant to hurt you "I'm better off a ghost" Yeah, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Oh, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes