Bide My Time - Lincoln Durham

Tell my mother that I love her

Tell my father that I tried

Tell my brother to watch over our sister

I told her I would be there

But it would seem that I lied

Yes, it would seem that I lied

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Well, my countenance grows ever blacker

In my pile of bridal whites

But the blood pulses red

As those things in your press

We ain’t so different, you and I, I, I, I

We ain’t so different, you and I

Whoa oh oh…

I will not go to heaven

Don’t believe in the other side

I’ll stay right here in gravel and tin

I’ll bide my ever-lovin' time

I, I, I, I, I, I

Whoa oh oh oh oh

There’s a sinner six foot under

In a hole lays to rights/rites

Well, the grass grows as green

As those thumpin' on the good book

As it goes to the children of the nights

As it goes to the children of the night

Whoa oh…

Girl, I will not go to heaven

Don’t believe in the other side

I’ll stay right here in gravel and tin

I’ll bide my ever-lovin' time

Well, I will not go to heaven

Don’t believe in the other side

Well, I’ll stay right here in gravel and dust

And I will bide my ever-lovin' time