

The preacher kept a ledger,
every sin in red ink
said confession was private,
but I don't think
private's the word
for a book he never burned
Bone wouldn't go near the church without her hand shaking first
Lord have mercy on the man
who wrote down what they did
Lord have mercy on the names
he never let get hid
I found the ledger buried
under the floor of the church
Bone sat outside the whole time,
said there were too many to carry at once
She translated it for me after,
one shaking page at a time
said some nights the job asks more of her than she's got
to give (hummm)
Lord have mercy on the man
who wrote down what they did
Lord have mercy on the names
he never let get hid