Folk Soul Revival - The Ballad of Roy Sunday lyrics

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<b>The Ballad of Roy Sunday</b> by <i>Folk Soul Revival</i><br />

Chorus

Lord please forgive me the wrong that I've done

Help me see through the sin and the smoke from this gun

This apology's more than just words off a tongue

Help me march through salvation, to your righteous drum

Keep my eyes facing upward, the chamber unturned

And this anger from welling inside

V1

He walked alone that night, pistol on his side

The barrel warm against his skin

The bar was still in sight, he had nowhere to hide

He played a game he could not win

He knew the stakes were high, the tears welled in his eyes

Roy hit his knees and he screamed

Chorus

Lord please forgive me the wrong that I've done

Help me see through the sin and the smoke from this gun

This apology's more than just words off a tongue

Help me march through salvation, to your righteous drum

Keep my eyes facing upward, the chamber unturned

And this anger from welling inside

V2

Roy bowed his head as the crowd shuffled in

A solemn reminder, the rope ‘neath his chin

With darkness surrounding, the clouds rollin' in

A man stands before him, Bible in hand

Silence around them, a soft prayer began

And Roy screamed, “I'll see you in Hell”