Lincoln Durham - Reckoning Lament | Текст песни

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• Lincoln Durham
• Reckoning Lament

Old sawbones got some age on him,
that’s why you show respect
He’s long past his prime,
his mind’s a derelict

Another man with an open book,
he laughs at your every move
He’s reciting chosen verse
of some Robert Johnson tune

He’s singing:

Chorus: “Whoa, the sun has gone to burnin’
Whoa, and the creek has gone dry
Whoa, black birds are circling
Over the hills, where the dead folk lie”

Sister runs the table,
now she’s shaking a pile of bones
Preaching to lose with the double-six
cannot be condoned
Old blues man feeling might poorly,
that’s why he screams and howls
You ain’t heard the slide guitar
since the likes of Fred McDowell
He’s playing:

Chorus repeat

Ne’er-do-well in the dark corner,
raising anxiety
Says the safest place in the world,
is in-sanity

Strangers come from the four corners,
with passion and discontent
They sing in harmony of the Reckoning Lament

They’re singing:

Chorus repeat

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