Gourds - Lowlands - Sözleri

I saddled me a wounded priest

Rode him wet through this august heat

I took me a german bride

All empty and bloody inside



In the dark I heard a thief

He stole my money and my grief

In the morning I wanted to die

The doctor cut me the lawyer lied



Stop yer waiting and just go

Don't be saying what you don't know

For the lowlands I am bound

Where my pale bride will be found










		
			



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