Yours is the sand Yours is the soil Yours is the wild card that makes the whole hand royal But I plan to get mine when I’m here is this world When I’m here in this world
Yours is the dirt Yours is the clay Yours is the boot that kicks the dogs out of the way But I plan to get mine when I’m here in these days When I’m here in these days
What’s been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead And the banks will forgive every form of debt Just not yet
Yours is the north Yours is the south Yours is the tongue that shapes the words in my mouth But sometimes it seems like the time has all run out the time has all run out
What’s been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread And the blind will finally see where they’ve been led Just not yet
What’s been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead And the banks will forgive every form of debt And the open hands will all find loaves of bread And the blind will finally see where they’ve been led And we’ll understand what was written and what we read And the grace of God will walk with us with every step Just not yet
From Benjamin Adair Murphy presents: "12 Bars of Blues", released June 16, 2018 Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy (ASCAP) Benjamin Adair Murphy – vocals, guitar Francesco Conte – lead guitars, bass Allison Langerak – backing vocals Andrea Freda –drums