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Crying ShameThe circle of life goes round and roundWe plant the corn and we cut it all down And we pray for rain, yeah we pray for rain And these Illinois towns, they all look the same Sister holler Daddy better go start the car Brother's in trouble at the neighborhood bar He's been drinking again, that old Black Jack D That boy'd better learn to let that whiskey be Angry words flyin', blood on a knife My God he's got a pistol, run for your life Somebody please help me understand What goes on inside a jealous man And oh it's a cryin' shame Who are we gonna blame It's another carzy fool with a gun and a bottle Lord it's a cryin' shame Finger on the trigger connected to a brain All full of trouble and liquor and pain It's a fact of life, it's sad but it's true That boy believed that's what he had to do I heard that gun and you know what it said It only said one thing it said "Bang and you're dead" It breaks my heart so see a boy go wrong Somebody sing me that old jailhouse song And oh it's a cryin' shame Who are we gonna blame There's a man lying cold on a dirty barroom floor Lord it's a cryin' shame Preacher man talking to the people in black No prayer I know will bring a dead man back But the Lord is wise and the Lord is kind Two mothers crying, thinking the Lord is blind I heard that gun and you know what it said It only said one thing it said "Bang and you're dead" It breaks my heart so see a boy go wrong Somebody sing me that old jailhouse song And oh it's a cryin' shame Who are we gonna blame There's a man underground there's a man in the jailhouse Lord it's a cryin' shame Is it the man is it the gun is it the bottle You tell me who are we gonna blame Now there's a man underground there's a man in the jailhouse Lord it's a cryin' shame (© 1980 by Harvey Reid) Originally recorded on #102 "A Very Old Song" (out of print version) As re-recorded on #127 "Songs From A Long Road" Return to Song List |