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Intro: Dm F C Dm F C Dm F C Dm Verse 1: Dm F C Dm I've walked half of this country to get to this town Dm F C Dm To put a bill in my pocket, shake the dirt from a crown Dm F C Dm If your worries are trouble then your trouble, it's broke Dm F C Dm Your bottle is empty, now there's blood on the floor Dm F C Dm Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor Verse 2: Dm F C Dm Well, the colors ain't mixin', your tolerance has run dry Dm F C Dm So you board up your windows to make it through the night Dm F C Dm They might hunt you like foxes, they'll sell you as slaves Dm F C Dm You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave Dm F C Dm You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm G She wants her son's blood washed from the walls F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm She wants her son's blood washed from the walls ( Dm F C ) ( Dm F C ) ( Dm F C Dm ) Verse 3: Dm F C Dm Well, we're havin' this baby come the first of July Dm F C Dm My job is a joke and this bank account dry Dm F C Dm If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach Dm F C Dm Well, He'd burn these here bastards, put shoes on my feet Dm F C Dm He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes, He'd put shoes on my feet F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm G She wants her son's blood washed from the walls F C Dm Mother Mary called F C She wants her son's blood washed Am Dm She wants her son's blood washed F C Said she wants her son's blood washed Am Dm She wants her son's blood washed F C Said she wants her son's blood, my Lord Am Dm She wants her son's blood, my Lord F C Dm Said she wants her son's blood, yeah, washed from the walls Final: Dm F C Dm F C Dm F C Dm
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F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm G She wants her son's blood washed from the walls F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
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F C Dm Mother Mary called F C Dm G She wants her son's blood washed from the walls F C Dm Mother Mary called F C She wants her son's blood washed Am Dm She wants her son's blood washed F C Said she wants her son's blood washed Am Dm She wants her son's blood washed F C Said she wants her son's blood, my Lord Am Dm She wants her son's blood, my Lord F C Dm Said she wants her son's blood, yeah, washed from the walls
Written by Joshua James
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