Innocent in My Arms Songtext
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I hear them talking
I know you hear them too
Just remember every time they point a finger at you
They got three fingers
Pointing right back at themselves
Mama always said "Failure wasn't falling down,
Failure was staying down on the ground"
Mama's gone now
But you still get up every time
Hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
I aint no J.C.
You aint no Magdalene
But this cold world it gets colder it seems
Every time
They let them church bells ring
Yeah, but I seen ya dance
In the pouring rain
That duct tape on your fiddle babe, it aint no shame
Things are only as broke as you let them be
So hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
Hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
All that I know, All that I know
All that I know, you are innocent in my arms.
I know you hear them too
Just remember every time they point a finger at you
They got three fingers
Pointing right back at themselves
Mama always said "Failure wasn't falling down,
Failure was staying down on the ground"
Mama's gone now
But you still get up every time
Hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
I aint no J.C.
You aint no Magdalene
But this cold world it gets colder it seems
Every time
They let them church bells ring
Yeah, but I seen ya dance
In the pouring rain
That duct tape on your fiddle babe, it aint no shame
Things are only as broke as you let them be
So hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
Hang on, hang on
Every rising sun is one more till I come back to ya babe
And teach you how to stay warm
Hang on, hang on
Let this whole town judge you for what they think is wrong
Because all that I know you are innocent in my arms
All that I know, All that I know
All that I know, you are innocent in my arms.
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