Tobacco Pat - Lawrence Weber | Текст песни

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Lawrence Weber was a Tennessee son
Fought for the same freedom that his father done
Lived two hundred years and then he died
And with all the ghosts that are in this town
And all the roses growing red around
You’d think Lawrence would know when he was done
But he wasn’t

And Lawrence grew up like any kid
Loved the Lord Jesus like his mama did
Made love to his first woman at thirteen
Her skin translucent he felt her veins
Blue little roads being pushed away
Lawrence loved her meat til it was cold
Then he buried her bones

Lawrence met the devil in a Tennessee bar
Dressed up like a fellow he’d met in a car
Picking up a gram of smack from a guy he knew
And the Devil talked sweet, looked him square in the eye
Licked his teeth, told him “baby of mine,
Aren’t you supposed know when you are through?
Or have they not told you?”

Lawrence never knew, never had been told
What really happens to you when your meat runs cold
And your heart stops beating and your eyes run dry
And your thoughts keep sinking until you realize
That nothing true had been thought out and nothing that’s you is you right now
And all that ever was never will be
What you need it to be