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• Artiste: Abigail Washburn
• Titre: Momma
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Momma, please tell me truly Even though life ain't what it should be Where can I go to fix these things inside 'Cause, momma, it's hard to feel free When it's you running through me Just take me now or throw away the key And so it goes Life isn't easy and truth's a dreadful beauty And everyone wants to know where they go When they die Momma, I can't help feeling That this pain is of your willing Cool rain from a cloud of strickenine But maybe, just maybe This soul will die before my body And I'll live on earth in peace for evermore And so it goes Lately I've thought about me Separate from your woeful morning And I can see a light ringing through the sky It sings of coming glory Strangely tied to this awful story It lifts the heart and gives us wings to fly And so it goes