Whispering

WHISPERING

Eddie Lynn Snodderly
Drivin Round Music, BMI.,
2017 C P

The Sun was high
Now it’s low
It's sinking on down it goes
It's sinking down the cotton rows

If a Delta wind
Would come and blow
And make a breeze below the cotton line
Enough to make a sand stone roll

I got shot up
Caught in the raid
Crawled into this cotton field
Hiding from the rifle blade

Chorus:
Oh mama, you won’t believe the shape I’m in
Oh darling, wish you were here when the bullets went in
I went down and here I lay
I Ain’t getting up
And with no horse to ride
Whispering a way down low
So you know

I see the stars
Up in the sky
Looking for the brightest one
To shine on my lonely night

An old owl hoots
Like it knows my name
Private O. Hamilton
Fought with the 9th brigade

Your silver heart
In the palm of my hand
I see you coming for me
To meet the pain in my head

There you're standing
Tall as glory
I take your hand
Fly away from the morning