City Of Refuge

They got nothin on me Except I'm guilty With these hands All over these hands Shot my brother down His blood cries out from the ground With these hands All over these hands Ooo, oOOo, OOOo, mmmhm Across the desert I ride With my gun at my side I'm in demand My life is in demand Punishment I bear Innocence I swear I Fire my gun Livin on the run Ooo, oOOo, OOOo, mmmhm I come to this well Take a drink for a spell This living well Jacob's well My body is broken and bruised My life is spent and used I fear the name No, I'm not the same Ooo, oOOo, OOOo, mmmhm A scarecrow on a cross I count my life as a loss In death I rise To my own surprise A seed falls to the ground I am lost and found This shoot comes up from the ground Without a sound 'Cause truth doesn't make a sound No truth . . .