Written in a very trying time.
I woke up this morning, got a message that wasn't too clear
Don't like the sound of what's been ringing in my ear.
I'm gonna get a visit just to give me a little cheer
Woke up this morning and I needed to get clear
Father Abraham won't you come and rescue me
I've twisted and I've turned and I cannot get free
I've cried to the heavens above oh please have mercy on me
Oh Father Abraham please tell them to let me be
There was a knock on the door and it went right through my soul
I wanted to find a shovel and bury me in a hole
Fire and brimstone were all that I could see
I went to the well and fell in and I need to be free
I woke up this morning and wished that I was dead
Can't take one more drop of rain upon my head
I feel the breathing of the man who's after me
I'm begging and I'm pleading but he won't let me be
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