Judgement Day

The poor man’s soul is a diamond made of coal

He’s trying every day to survive

He makes his way, through the night and through the day

Sayin: “don’t it feel so good to be alive?”

Ah but I don’t want to end up like him

For he’s down on his knees every hour to pray

Sayin: “Lord, I been so good, just like I knew I should

So won’t you free me on my judgement day?”

She speaks good French sitting pretty on the bench

But I know she’s only after his Gold

She looks so fine, it’s naturally a crime

But she complains that she’s getting too old

So she tells her mama, that she’s falling in love

With a rich man who can take her far away

But the Wheel of Time, make her change her mind

The hour on her judgement day

Now that girl of mine, she ain’t the gentle kind

All she do is fuss, cuss and moan

Well I tried so hard, but it ain’t in the cards

So I’ll be leaving her alone

And if I’m right mama, you’ll have to sing to me

But if I’m wrong then I won’t be in your way

And if I find myself at the mercy of the law

Won’t you free me on my judgement day?