Cruel Disposition

Cruel Disposition, mindless indecision, if mine was the choice, you’d be history
Every night, every day, plaguing my soul, won’t you go away?
Time will tell, just how strong I can be. And I pray to the lord, won’t you leave me be?

Down by the river, all the animals are dead
Water done got poisoned and they ain’t found nobody yet
There’s a strange kind of feeling, in the atmosphere
And I pray to the lord, don’t you leave me here

Nine days without sleep, eight bottles of sleeping pills
Seven bottles of whiskey, six six six dollar bills
Five maids a’ leaping, four sinners in the sand
Three kings approaching, two bullets and one gun in my hand
And I pray to the lord, please don’t you let go, of my hand