Richard Watson - Three Hundred Miles

Three hundred miles is a long way to go
Just to find out who you were
Twenty two years and there ain't nothing changed
The baptists still fighting their wars
The baptists still fighting their wars
Well the summers are hot and the winters ain't much better
Guess hell cant be far behind
But this is the place where you go to get lost
I hope you don't lose your damn mind
Lord I hope you don't lose your damn mind

But the church bells still ring
For those who believe
And on Sundays they sing
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe

Some days are the worst we stare at these walls
Last night holds me trapped in this bed
Sundays are the worst we wander theses halls
A ghost trapped in side his own head
Like a ghost trapped inside his own head

But the church bells still ring
For those who believe
And on Sunday they sing
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe

We buried your ghost on the side of the road
That fina by the highway where you let me go
And you swore that you'd never come come back to this town
And I swore that I'd never come back to this town but you lied

But the church bells still ring
For those who believe
But on Sunday they sing
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe
Come see what we believe

Written by:
richard watson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find