mountain'r lower
Singer:jessica pratt
i see your head hanging low with the bottle told
inside was nowhere to hide
and inside was nowhere to hide
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
that right hand guide him too low
guide him to down home at night