Bring Me Your Tea - The Elms

I’ve been working on the land, hon — sun got to me

Think I may be dying. Bring me your tea

Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree

I work 'till I’m bleeding. Bring me your tea

Copper is the trade now. Who’d ever think

There are men finding money down in the drink

My gun is more faithful than I’ll ever be

If war has me thirsty, bring me your tea

I don’t get no opinion with four mouths to feed

I’d sell off my future to get what we need

This is my burden. It’s all I can see

If life has me weary, bring me your tea