Trouble Bound Band - Wicked Truth (Live) Lyrics

You took me out a walking
On a bloody trail of sorrow
You gave me such a talking
With conviction, I'm a woman on the gallows.
BU: Sorrow, Sorrow
Woman on the gallows

Now I'll face the maker's judgment bell.
Here at the business end of a pistol
And you'll hand out the final sentence
Cause I'm a sinner regardless of intention
Regardless of intention

Don't tell me
No. Doncha tell me
'bout salvation and the glory
No, your prayers won't save me
No, the prayers won't save me
From the wicked truth
From the wicked truth
Laid here at my feet.

The blistering sun beats down
Searing the skin of a dead man
Here in my sins, I'll drown.
As crows pick my bleaching bones.
BU: Sorrow, sorrow
Oh... pick my bleaching bones.

My throat is dusty, dry regret
The taste of blood on my breath
I run from judgment's sweet, sweet wrath
To face the pistol's sentence of death
Sentence of death...
BU: Sorrow, Sorrow
Sentence of death...

Don't tell me
No. Doncha tell me
'bout salvation and the glory
No, the prayers won't save me
Oh no, the prayers won't save me
From the wicked truth
From the wicked truth
Laid here at my feet

Instrumental

Don't tell me
No. Doncha tell me
'bout salvation and the glory
No, the prayers won't save me
Oh no, the prayers won't save me
From the wicked truth

Don't tell me
No. Doncha tell me
'bout salvation and the glory
No, the prayers won't save me
Oh no, the prayers won't save me
From the wicked truth
From the wicked truth
From the wicked truth
Laid here at my feet