Nathan Hamilton - Bed clothes

Take me home my sweet Jesus
I have lain my bed clothes out
I have seen my shares of trouble
I don’t believe I care to see no more
She left her ring by the sink
Now that she’s gone that gold ain’t worth a thing
Whiskey down with a whiskey back
Breath in the coal and it burnt my two lungs black
My ma and pa are in this ground
Next to my blood you better lay my body down
Take me home my sweet Jesus
I have lain my bed clothes out