Mother’s Last Letter

(hummmm) Dear mama, the ink is wet upon this page

The sirens are howling just beyond the ridge

They found the shallow graves down by the creek

The secrets that I promised I would keep

Oh mama, pray the Lord my soul to take

I carved their names for every vow I'd break

The blue lights are cutting through the pines

And I am running out of time I

still hear the dirt falling on your box

Now the sheriff is hammering at my locks

I wrote down every single thing I did

To show you where the heavy shadows hid

Oh mama, pray the Lord my soul to take

I carved their names for every vow I'd break

The blue lights are cutting through the pines

And I am running out of time

The door is breaking,

mama... I'm coming

home (ahhhh)