Текст песни White Beretta - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere in a white Beretta
We'll go to Memphis in the morning to get it over with
And in a couple days, you'll feel a lot better

I was raised in the church, I was washed in the blood
And we all were saved before we even left home
If his love is unconditional, why do I feel so miserable?
Why are you digging your nails in the Styrofoam?

It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse
For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry
For what you went through

I was sitting at a red light listening to Son Volt
"May the wind take your troubles away"
I could have been somebody's father, couldn't boil a pot of water
I was nineteen years old in 1998

Raised in the church, washed in the blood
And we all were saved before we even left home
I thank God you weren't brought up like me
With all that shame and certainty
And I'm sorry you had to go in that room alone

It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know
That ain't no excuse
For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry
For what I put you through

It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know
But that ain't no excuse
I thank you for your grace, for the dreams we got to chase
For what you chose to do

We were running through the red lights
In a hurry to get to nowhere in a white Beretta