Killing

by Rue Snider




We were just getting by living out our days 
Never had too much money but we always had food to eat 
Momma done raised me right 
She taught me to say my prayers 
Daddy taught me the way to measure a man was by how he cares 
For those he loves 
By what he does 
That words don't mean nothin' when there are things that need to be done 

They say bad things come in threes 
So I'm goin' down down 
I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow 
But I'm just sittin' here waitiin' for the Angel 
With that big black chariot 
He's gonna get this killing done 

It was a September Sunday 
Momma was baking bread 
Daddy was tending the horses 
I was really sick in bed 
I heard the kettle clack 
Momma fell to the floor 
Blood was coming from her mouth and nose 
I got up and I ran to her 
But she didn't last for very long 
She'd been losing weight for days I'm sorry that I didn't know 

They say bad things come in threes 
So I'm going down down 
I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow 
But I'm just sitting here waiting for the Angel 
With that big black chariot 
He's gonna get this killing done 

Daddy was so broken; he started coughing too 
But he kept working the land you know 
Because that's what a man should do 
He was angry at the Lord 
But he told me not to fret 
He said, "you've gotta keep believin' son even if you think 
That god let you down, remember it'll pass" 
Those horses kept on plowing while he fell into the grass 

Bad things come in threes 
So I'm going down down 
I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow 
But I'm just sittin' here waitiin' for the Angel 
With that big black chariot 
He's gonna get this killing get this killing get this killing done

Written by: Rue Snider

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