Crossroads

(álbum: AmerAcal - 2018)

These dirt roads ain't gold down there
It's hell on earth, anything goes down here
Looking for some holy water at the water hole
But all I'm finding is whiskey and beer
And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core
Searching like the devil, to find the Lord, yeah
Heaven knows I need help sometimes
'Cause I love to have a hell of a time
I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me
But please pour me up a drink before you take me
If you can turn water into wine
I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea

I can't help it Lord, yea
I'm sinning every day
I need your help and I pray, Amen
I'm climbing to the top of that mountain
I'm trying to find you God
Keep trying to be an angel, but still, raising hell (hell)

Can't make it out this world alive
I just want a piece of heaven, before I die
So pass me the apple pie
I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry
Baptized in the lake of fire
Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive
I'm coming for your ass like a bat outta hell
You can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh
Preacher man gonna preach to me
You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me
Sweating like the devil with the lies you told
You better start praying to save your soul, oh no

I can't help it Lord, yea
I'm sinning every day. I need your help and I pray, Amen
I'm climbing to the top of that mountain
I'm trying to find you God
Keep trying to be an angel, but still, raising hell (hell, hell)