The children are crying, they never got their supper   Where would you run to in the darkness of the night?   Even shadows fear to wander   They gather 'round me in the candlelight      Your crucifix is broken, bloody, sharp and shattered   I smashed it to pieces on the bedroom floor   Pain and prayers and promises scattered   Then I pulled the pistol from the dresser drawer      Oh Lord, oh Lord   Oh Lord, what have I done?   Everything worth holding slips through my fingers   Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun      The further I fall, the less I falter   Forsaken, forgotten without love   The slow motion whisper turns into a holler   Forty years of push turns into a shove      Oh Lord, oh Lord   Oh Lord, what have I done?   Everything worth holding just slips through my fingers   Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun      The chair that I sit in belonged to my daddy   Carved from the hard wood of a bitter tree   When he was alive he used tell me   ?Kid I knew when you was born   You?d end up snake bit like me?      Oh Lord, oh Lord   Oh Lord, what have I done?   Everything worth holding slips through my fingers   Now my hands wrapped around the handle of a gun   I?m holding on to the handle of a gun