Judgement Day - Jackie Greene
Written by:Jackie Greene
Well the poor mans soul is a diamond made of coal
Hes trying every day to survive
He makes his way through the night and through the day
Saying don't it feel so good to be alive
Ah but I don't want to end up like him
For hes down on his knees every hour to pray
Saying lord I been so good just like I knew I should
So won't you free me on my judgement day
Well she speaks good french sitting pretty on the bench
But I know shes only after his gold
She looks so fine its naturally a crime
But she complains that shes getting too old
So she tells her mama that shes falling in love
With a rich man who can take her far away
But the wheel of time make her change her mind
The hour on her judgement day
Now that girl of mine she ain't the gentle kind
All she do is fuss cuss and moan
I tried so hard but it ain't in the cards
So ill be leaving her alone
And if I'm right mama you'll have to sing to me
But if I'm wrong then I won't be in your way
And if I find myself at the mercy of the law
Won't you free me on my judgement day
I say you free me on my judgement day