The Lord's Gonna Call Him Home

Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars

He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight

You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
 thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
 don't make him a man

I'll count my blessing
Count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right
'Cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home

Keep his eyes open
The very last thing he'll see
Is me standing with a shovel
Burying him six foot deep

Count my blessings
Count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right
'Cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home

So tonight 'fore you go to sleep
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Hush little baby, don't be scared
We'll lay him next to daddy in the graveyard there