Band of Annuals — Mercy lyrics

Lyrics

I’m a man of humble means
And I try not to let it get me down
No, I just keep movin' around
Onto the next town
Well, I’d rather live my life
With a hand on this suitcase of mine
Yeah, with just enough clothes to get me by
And I’ll be just fine
Nobody, beautiful
To hear the wind whisper through the trees
Nobody, it’s sort of sweet
I’m missing Kentucky
But I guess I’ll just keep movin' on
Lord, have mercy while I’m gone
I miss the water and the levee
And I miss riding in Adam’s old Chevy
Knowing how my heart gets awful heavy
When it’s time to leave town
And the people are always friendly
And they like drinking, evidently
And also, Lord, let me down gently
This time
And nobody, beautiful
To hear the wind whisper through the trees
And nobody, it’s sort of sweet
I’m missing Kentucky
But I guess I’ll just keep movin' on
Lord, have mercy while I’m gone