Folk Soul Revival - The Ballad of Roy Sunday Lyrics

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”