Lincoln Durham Bide My Time
[Verse 1]
Tell my mother that I love her
Tell my father that I tried
Tell my brother to watch over our sister
I told her I would be there
But it would seem that I lied
Yes, it would seem that I lied
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Well, my countenance grows ever blacker
In my pile of bridal whites
But the blood pulses red
As those things in your press
We ain't so different, you and I, I, I, I
We ain't so different, you and I
Whoa oh oh...
[Chorus]
I will not go to heaven
Don't believe in the other side
I'll stay right here in gravel and tin
I'll bide my ever-lovin' time
I, I, I, I, I, I
Whoa oh oh oh oh
[Verse 2]
There's a sinner six foot under
In a hole [?] lays to rights/rites
Well, the grass grows as green
As those thumpin' on the good book
As it goes to the children of the nights
As it goes to the children of the night
Whoa oh...
[Chorus]
Girl, I will not go to heaven
Don't believe in the other side
I'll stay right here in gravel and tin
I'll bide my ever-lovin' time
Well, I will not go to heaven
Don't believe in the other side
Well, I'll stay right here in gravel and dust
And I will bide my ever-lovin' time