Go Tell the Savior

This is the last weary road I am gonna travel

The last weary night in a cheap hotel

And it is hard to kneel down and pray

And thank the Lord for another day

When the mornin' only means you missed another meal

Go tell my mama that I was wrong to break her heart

Go tell my papa that he was right, right from the start

And go tell them patron saints that they forgot

To watch out for where I roamed

And go tell the savior I'm comin' home

Well, I must admit it was my childhood dream to travel

From the stories that you hear of wine, women and song

But if the wine don't blur your eyes

The women might make you realize

That they're takin' off their clothes just to put you on

Go tell my mama that I was wrong to break her heart

Go tell my papa that he was right, right from the start

And go tell them patron saints they forgot

To watch out for where I roamed

Go tell the savior I'm comin' home

This is the last weary road I'm gonna travel

The last weary night in a cheap hotel

And I'm a-feelin' all I've got

Are my feelings all tied up in knots

And the mornin' just might find me halfway to hell

Go tell my mama that I was wrong to break her heart

Go tell my papa that he was right, right from the start

And go tell them patron saints that they forgot

To watch out for where I roamed

Go tell the savior I'm comin' home (Mmm hmm)

Go tell the savior I'm comin' home