O Lord
Please don't take him from me
I need him, you know I do
I try to stop him from using that shit
But there's no telling that man what to do
But you'll have to pry him from my cold dead grip
If you try taking him from me, O Lord
And you know I
Refuse to understand
That he just makes his own bed
And there's no use trying
O Lord
Please don't give him those wings
You know how reckless he can be sometimes
And, oh I swear
He doesn't mean it when he says
He don't care if he lives or dies
And I'm not sure if you can hear this, but I rеad
Your name across his chest, and I thought I'd try
So if you're thеre, Lord, I am begging you to spare him
Just spare him, to you I cry
Or you'll have to pry
Him from my cold, dead grip
'Cause I'm not letting go of him
