Kin
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin Can’t take the high road, it’s washed out again Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin You left on your own, now you can’t get back in
Momma poor momma been cryin’ for days Poppa’s just drinking, he won’t mention your name Preacher won’t talk now to sister and me Can’t let you fall out of the family tree
How long will you stay away? Could we hope for tomorrow? Would you come back today? Down home but not in touch with your kin You left on your own, now you can’t get back in
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin Can’t take the high road, it’s washed out again Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin You left on your own, now you can’t get back in
Momma poor momma just sits by the grave Poppa won’t mention this mess that you made Preacher won’t talk now to sister and me Can’t let you fall out of the family tree