Virgil's Prayer

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I was born a baptist’s son in the land of Illinois
God fearing family was his pride and joy
my father’s pride and joy

Sent to church on Sunday morn to learn the righteous way And to prepare our souls to fly on the coming judgement day Lord, the coming judgment day

Never thought I’d leave my home to live a life of sin chasing fortune on the road with crooks and desperate men Lord, crooks and desperate men

Before we robbed the train they said “Virgil won’t you pray” God protect our wicked souls to make in through this day Lord, to make it through this day

Bat down the hatches boys, storms movin’ in
The wolves they are a howlin’
You can hear em on the wind
You can hear em on the wind
The devil seeks to tear you down and lead your life astray But trusting in the word of God you’ll live another day You might live another day

We took the train and the engineer gun pointed at his head I’ll tell you where the money is please don’t kill me dead boys, please don’t kill me dead

As I knelt down to him untie a blade he quickly drew I shot him twice and left him for dead and from the scene we flew boys, from the scene we flew

I sit here in this six by eight to mourn my dreadful crime I hear the sound of thunder and a lonesome whistle whine Lord, a lonesome whistle whine

Every night before I rest I kneel down to pray
my knees upon the cold hard floor I can hear my father say Lord, Hear my father say

Bat down the hatches boys, storms movin’ in
The wolves they are a howlin’
You can hear em on the wind
You can hear em on the wind
The devil seeks to tear you down and lead your life astray But trusting in the word of God you’ll live another day You might live another day