Bear Me Down

There's a little old town in Texas

A place that time forgot

Where the dust and the town folk

Go to hell to get lost

All the bar stools is empty

Early Sunday morn

There ain't pew for the taking at the Four Square Baptist Church

Lord let this stone bear me down

Lord let this stone bear me down

The days they move slowly

Like a storm coming on

The warm wind slowly changes

And it chills you to the bone

You close up all the windows

Move the cows in real close

See the lightning flashing? How far off? No one knows

Lord let this stone bear me down

Lord let this stone bear me down

There's a hopeless desperation

You can't make it go away

A terminal case of sorrow

No matter how hard you pray

There's no refuge in the bottle

In spite of what you say

And quiet isolation the longer that you stay

Lord let this stone bear me down

Lord let this stone bear me down

Lord let this stone bear me down