paroles de chanson Poor Back Slider - Greg Brown
I'm
a
poor
backslider
in
the
pit
of
sin
I
try
to
crawl
out.
I
slip
back
in
Come
Savior
save
me--get
ahold
of
my
hand
Please
don't
let
me
slide
back
in
the
dark
again
Well
the
preacher
told
me
hope
was
never
gone
I
combed
my
hair
with
water
and
put
my
white
shirt
on
One
Sunday
morning
I
put
the
family
in
the
car
Dropped
them
down
at
church
and
went
on
down
to
the
bar
Audrey
left
me
and
she
tooks
my
kids
I
miss
them
children--I'm
sorry
for
what
I
did
When
I
get
drinking
I
lose
control
When
you
lose
your
family
it's
like
you
lost
your
soul
Now
the
mill
is
failing,
I'm
on
shifting
sand
I
sit
in
my
trailer
and
I
wring
my
hands
No
children's
voice,
no
woman's
touch
Just
a
whiskey
bottle,
some
shotgun
shells
and
such
Should
not
have
let
that
woman
get
me
so
annoyed
Should
not
of
hit
my
girl;
should
not
of
struck
my
boy
Should
not
of
took
off
running
like
a
turkey
through
the
corn
Should
not
of
bought
this
gun;
should
not
of
ever
been
born
The
preacher
told
me
Jesus
laid
down
his
life
for
my
sin
Well
I'd
lay
mine
down
too
if
I
could
do
it
like
him
Three
days
in
the
grave--that
sounds
good
to
me
I
just
have
some
problems
with
eternity
I'm
a
poor
backslider
in
the
pit
of
sin
I
try
to
crawl
out.
I
slip
back
in
Come
Savior
save
me--get
ahold
of
my
hand
Please
don't
let
me
slide
back
in
the
dark
again
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