Lyrics Jessica Pratt – Mountain’r Lower
Text:
Well, the bed lies empty
Lord, I see your head hanging low with the bottle told
Well, inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them
And inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them
If you’d called or helped
Heavy heart flame from the bed that rains for the raiders
Comin’ down when the game spun ’round
Keep me darling in your darkest hours
Like a mother made of stone
He sings low for the long pour
There’s a hundred mighty men or more
And his eyes were so fixed on light
So fixed on the light
That right hand guide him too low
Guide him to down home at night
If he comes home, home, home
And do wrong, wrong wrong
Heavy heart flame from the bed that rains for the raiders
Comin’ down when the game spun ’round
Keep me darling in your darkest hours
Like a mother made of stone
He sings low for the long pour
There’s a hundred mighty men or more
And his eyes were so fixed on light
So fixed on the light
That right hand guide him too low
Guide him to down home at night
If he comes home, home, home
And do wrong, wrong wrong
Album
Jessica Pratt – Jessica Pratt
Jessica Pratt – Dreams
Jessica Pratt – Titles Under Pressure
Jessica Pratt – Streets Of Mine
Jessica Pratt – Mother Big River
Jessica Pratt – Midnight Wheels
Jessica Pratt – Casper
Jessica Pratt – Half Twain The Jesse
Jessica Pratt – Mountain’r Lower
Jessica Pratt – Bushel Hyde
Jessica Pratt – Hollywood
Jessica Pratt – Night Faces