Trail of Red, Bride In White

I always end up with these girls
Who I do not love
And end up drinkin' in places where I know that I do not belong
Then I stumble home
You miss the old me
The one who’s hard as iron and just as warm
You’re reminded of him with a trembling rifle in your arms
Forgiveness is hard
Turn your head
Hoping on
Turn your head
Hoping on
For the last time you and I
In our virgin bed lie down
You drift into the other room and put on your red wedding gown
Red and white flows down
Turn your head
Hoping on
Turn your head
Hoping on
Hoping
Oh
As the blood flows from my hands
As I move them from the side
In my dying moment I heard «become just like Jesus Christ»
This dead man won’t rise
This dead man won’t rise