歌词
Voices come in the eye of the storm
I've had sixteen years alone
Bullet in the barrel but I wasn't armed
And Mama had the loaded gun
Mama had the loaded gun
I've got a tremble in my hand and hair of grey
Clinging to the rusted pines
Haunted by the memory of his dying day
That echoes on the mountain side
It echoes on the mountain side
I wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Mama laid him down at the edge of the line
And his blood dwells under her shoes
Crying for the wrath of my father's hand
Hoping that he'd bury me too
Hoping that he'd bury me too
I wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
