Chordzaa

" " Papa Wont Leave You Henry I went out walking the other day The heat hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones And I passed beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead Well, I thought about my friend, Michel How they rolled him in linoleum And shot him in the neck A bloody halo, like a think-bubble Circling his head And I bellowed at the firmament Looks like the rains are here to stay And the rain p**sed down upon me And washed me all away Saying: * Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well the road is long And the road is hard And a many fall by the side Well Papa won't leave you, Henry So there ain't no need to cry ** And I went on down the road (He went on down the road) Oh yeah, I went on...