If I Should Fall From Grace With God

[theoldanarchist]

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me.
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me.

Let me go, boys,
Let me go, boys.
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry.

This land was always ours,
Was the proud land of our fathers.
It belongs to us and them,
Not to any of the others.

Let them go, boys,
Let them go, boys.
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry.

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me.
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me.

It's coming up threes, boys,
Coming up threes, boys.
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry.

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me.
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
So the angels won't receive me.

Let me go, boys,
Let me go, boys.
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry.