Testo di The Plea

Mama, this highways gonna kill me And mama, I think my rose is wilting The kids and her alone while I'm so far from home I feel so guilty Mama, this highways gonna kill me I hope the road that takes me there will always bring me back But I guess whatever will be, will be Mama this highways gonna kill me Woman, I wish I couldn't hurt you And woman, It's clear I don't deserve you I know it seems I only need you when I ain't got nowhere else to turn too So woman, I wish I wouldn't hurt you I'm sure there's some relief in giving up and moving on And sometimes it seems way too much to work through Woman I never meant to hurt you Lord, I beg of you protect me Cause lately, swear the devil's out to get me It ain't a leap of faith to say he always prays upon the unsuspecting So Lord, I beg of you protect me I can't walk with you if the devil got my hand I hope you have my back and direct me Jesus I beg of you protect me Jesus, don't let'em get me