My boy’s in the hospital, and I’m running out of time.
If the nurse don’t bring me some good news, I’m gonna lose my mind.
I’ll tear these fucking pastel paintings off the wall.
Set a fire in the waiting room and down the hall.
Cause my boy’s in the hospital, I can’t drink from the well.
When he’s lying there with needles in his arms, I’m in hell.

My baby died ten years ago. Nothing turned out right.
Moved south of town to a smaller place, drifted out of sight.
Every day I think of him, every time I see a child.
And I lose track of myself sometimes, my mind goes running wild.
So I pray to God above, please help me get some rest.
But it’s whiskey and a sleeping pill that seem to work the best.

Jesus if you love me, how would I know,
Or is heaven as cold a place as Ohio?
Do you walk the streets at night, on your own,
Thinking of all those dear souls you might have known?
And the pictures of my long gone son, that I don’t show to anyone,
Do you know where I keep them?


Lyrics submitted by SaraJean

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