J. Tillman
your mother s ghost
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Oh, my son
Heed these words
My father never shared them with his own
Take this bread
Drink this wine
Let the blood run down your throat and up your spine
There's a ghost
On my lips
She gives me wisdom
To guide your steps
If I had been
A godly man
I could have spared your mother
From my drunken hands
And as we dig
Her casket's bed
Oh, think upon my sins for which she bled
There's a ghost
On my lips
She gives me wisdom
To guide your steps
Oh, oh
Oh, my son
Heed these words
My father never shared them with his own
- Album:
- Singing Ax
- Vacilando Territory Blues
- Year In The Kingdom
- Beneath the Surface, Volume 24: A Bella Union Sampler
- I Will Return
- I Will Return - Long May You Run
- Documented
- I Will Return / Long May You Run, J. Tillman
- Introducing Townes Van Zandt Via the Great Unknown
- Wild Honey Never Stolen / Borne Away On a Black Barge
- Long May You Run, J. Tillman
- Minor Works
- Folk Music for the End of the World
- Cancer and Delirium
- Long May You Run: 15 Tracks in the Key of Neil
- Mojo Presents: New Harvest
- Ioda SXSW Opening Day Bash Sampler 2009
- Wild Honey Never Stolen
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 49: Oktober 2009
- Collection Été 2006 (disc 2)