Redemption Blues
Written by Scott Wainwright
Call the doctor, tell him I'm sick
Call the preacher, tell hem to be quick
Because I don't know how long I have left
Call for my sister, tell her to come
Call for my brother, tell him to bury those guns
Because I don't know how long I have left
Can someone please take my hand
Through all this trouble and strife
Because Lord knows
I've had a real hard life
Call for whiskey, call for gin
If my neighbour calls, then let them in
Because I don't know how long I have left
Give me caviar, give me steak
Give me black coffee, bring me chocolate cake
Because I don't know how long I have left
Can someone please take my hand
Through all this trouble and strife
Because Lord knows
I've had a real hard life
Hide the silver, hide the gold
Those repo men are even after my soul
Because I don't know how long I have left
Tell the constable when he comes
Don't tell the preacher I was on the run
Because I don't know how long I have left
Can someone please take my hand
Through all this trouble and strife
Because Lord knows
I've had a real hard life
From the EP 'Bric A Brac Blues'
And the live album 'Playing Out Before Bedtime'
Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/playing-out-before-bedtime
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