Blackest Hour - Tombstone Three

Back there things got ugly and heartless to boot

I don’t quite record the details but I got blood on my shoes

The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn

But nobody seems to be travelling this world without a morn

Nobody wants to be travelling this world without a morn

Tired of looking for shelter, too long out in the cold

I am on the wastes and the stateless and I bought and I sold

The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn

But nobody seems to be travelling this road without a morn

Nobody wants to be travelling this road without a morn

Nobody wants to be travelling this road without a morn

Love never made good a sinner or turn it to a saint

Luck never made a winner but a loser I ain’t

The blackest hour in the blackest country is right before the dawn

Bot nobody seems to be travelling this road without a morn

Nobody wants to be travelling this road without a morn

Nobody wants to be travelling this world without a morn.