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Take me down to the bottom landGood as any and we'll make our standHide our money in the bucket of the wellKeep your head down low it's blowing like hellReverend said it's a Judgement DayLand turned to dust where it used to be clayThere's a darkness coming and it's well past dawnRoomful of candles and the lights all goneSo don't cry your thistledown tearsBlood and water both run clearThe time to wrestle the angel is hereAnd the night is quickly passingHymn songs drumming the dusk of the roomsGlory go marching in the thread of a tuneLight up your lanterns and lay down your caresSaint John he's riding the four white mares(Ref)Churchbells ringing in the pounding windRinging the dead men to rise up againThere's dust comin' in at foot of the doorThe moon and the tide and the earthly shoreThe pull and the spin of a timed out reelLetras de cancionesHearts made of flint and words made of steelThe wind comes down off the Texas plainAbel's calling to raise up cane(Ref)The dawn rolls under the fenceline wiresOily and cold but breathing of fireThe cock he's crowing the daylight of dreamsFor Judas and mercy and every in betweenFor Judas and mercy and every in between From Letras Mania