Songtext von Mountain'r Lower

Well, the bed lies empty Lord, I see your head hanging low with the bottle told Well, inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them And inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them If you'd called or helped Heavy heart flame from the bed that rains for the raiders Comin' down when the game spun 'round Keep me darling in your darkest hours Like a mother made of stone He sings low for the long pour There's a hundred mighty men or more And his eyes were so fixed on light So fixed on the light That right hand guide him too low Guide him to down home at night If he comes home, home, home And do wrong, wrong wrong