black eye We shook some money from your mother's old clothes When all had gathered 'round the soldier boy, carried home (Carried home, carried home, carried home, carried home
Carried home The sick kids ate a bowl of red clay The late judge teetered in a jon boat The town had gathered around the soldier boy Carried home The
boy Carried home The sick kids ate a bowl of red clay The late judge teetered in a jon boat The town had gathered around the soldier boy Carried home
swollen black eye We shook some money from your mother's old clothes When all had gathered 'round the soldier boy carried home, carried home Carried home, carried home
us Bringing nectar from your lips to mine It was the kind of honey kiss that I had never tasted Straight to my head like wine I carried home the rush
of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you made how we wither in the shade of your trees, on your wings we are carried
like heaven over everyone ain't nobody knows what the newborn holds but his mama says he'll walk on water and wander back home mary, carry your shame
