Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save us now that God's gone mad?
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save me from the witch
That lives across the way
She lives across the way
No one will believe a word I say
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Who can save me from the man
That wheels the grinding stone
He wheels the grinding stone
Watching as the witches burn my bones
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
From my brow she brushed my hair
Like grass from tiny grave
Like grass from tiny grave
How I thought that fretful hand could save!
Jesus got my Mom in there
And beat her up so bad
He beat her up so bad
Look What The Wind Blew In
When they see me coming all my friends will say
Look what the wind blew in, Hey
Look what the wind blew in
And I won't show up empty handed, no
I've got a tight little fist of gold
I've got a tight little gist of gold
Where I leave off and you begin
I don't want to know
No, I don't want to know
Darling, I don't want to know
Like the breath to a heart all welcoming
To a heart all welcoming I'll go
And when they see me coming all my friends will say
Look what the wind blew in, Hey
Look what the wind blew in
