Crosses Songtext
von Christone “Kingfish” Ingram

Mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You pick it up each mornin′
When you get out of bed
You carry it on your shoulders
Let it inside your head

Crosses, that's what they are
Crosses, they′ll leave a scar
Some are made of wood and some are stone
Crosses will rattle your bones

You see them at the cemetery
Standin' all in a row
Our sisters and our brothers
And some nobody knows


Crosses, that's what they are
Crosses, they′ll leave a scar
Some are made of wood and some are stone
Crosses will rattle your bones

Around your neck
On a chain
It shows your faith
It shows your pain, oh, Lord, Lord, Lord

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Our hands are torn and bleedin′
The sun has made us blind
As we look for someone
To carry yours and mine

Crosses, that's what they are
Crosses, they′ll leave a scar
Some are made of wood and some are stone
Crosses will rattle your bones

Crosses
Crosses
Crosses