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Jason Isbell

White Beretta

 

White Beretta

(album: Weathervanes - 2023)


We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere
In a white Beretta

We'll go to Memphis in the morning
To get it over with
And in a couple days, you'll feel a lot better

I was raised in the church
I was washed in the blood
And we all were saved before we even left home

If his love is unconditional
Why do I feel so miserable?
Why are you digging your nails in the Styrofoam?

It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse

For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry
For what you went through

I was sitting at a red light
Listening to Son Volt
May the wind take your troubles away

Could have been somebody's father
Couldn't boil a pot of water
I was nineteen years old in 1990

Raised in the church
Washed in the blood
And we all were saved before we even left home

I thank God you weren't brought up like me
With all that shame and certainty
And I'm sorry you had to go in that room alone

It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
That ain't no excuse

For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry
For what I put you through

It was so many years ago
Oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse

I thank you for your grace
For the dreams we got to chase
For what you chose to do

We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere
In a white Beretta

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