- Votes:
- Composer:
- David Eugene Edwards
 
- Genres:
- Folk
 
- Tags:
- alt country
- americana
- check
- death country
 
- See also:
Woven Hand - Blue Pail Fever lyrics
Thy will be done
 Here on this highway
 In every house and field I pray
 All in meekness yield, aided by want
 Among stranger people
 To disgrace so soon I've come
 Drift like sleep
 Into the hotel Montana
 Lay low for thy name's sake
 El Matador, Louisiana
 Full of bulls, blood and what not
 And coarse jest to a tight knot
 You are not acquainted with your own heart
 Frozen prayer upon my lips
 Inside the blood runs hot
 He was reviled, yet he reviled not
 Drift like sleep
 Into the hotel Montana
 Lay low for thy name's sake
 El Matador, Louisiana
 Like a voice in an empty houseWoven Hand - Blue Pail Fever - http://motolyrics.com/woven-hand/blue-pail-fever-lyrics.html
 Breathe your breath and speak to me
 Speak to me
 It's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
 What matter if the wind cast it down
 With a ruthless hand?
 'Cause we remember always
 That it took place forever
 Thy kingdom come in whosoever
 Drift like sleep
 Into the hotel Montana
 Lay low for thy name's sake
 El Matador, Louisiana
 Drift like sleep
 Into the hotel Montana
 Lay low for thy name's sake
 El Matador, Louisiana
 Like a voice in an empty house
 Breathe your breath and speak to me
 And speak through me
 Speak to me
 Speak to me








