Too Sick to Pray

I'm in a lonely room Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues Winter's walking up the avenue And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June But I tell you this Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray I'm in a crowded place But I can't recognize a single face They say the thrill is in the chase Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs To run that race But I tell you this Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray They say I made my money messing up young minds I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got pain Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Better burn a candle light Rap Ease The Pain Ease the pain Gotta find some faith Ease the pain Rap Ease The Pain

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