Scars of Mine

I’m not a rich man’s daughter
Paper dolls is how I spent my time
I dressed them up nice and pretty lord
Tried to cover up these scars of mine

Daddy was a rounder
Mama busted steels and cursed that moonshine
Sometimes daddy he got angry lord
Had to cover up these scars of mine

Oh, hail Mary
Who hears me when I pray?

Instrumental break

His friends, they called him General
That’s because he made us walk that chalk line
I tried my best to be a good girl lord
Tried to cover up these scars of mine

Oh, hail Mary
Who hears me when I pray
Oh, hail Mary
Does anybody hear me when I pray?

Sometimes I dream about that evenin’
When fire and smoke lit up that Georgia sky
It’s a damn shame they couldn’t save him
But me and mama made it out alive
But that didn’t change these scars of mine