Lyrics

SISTER MARY MARTHA
Cliff Hagen/Leland Harding III

When I was just a little bitty baby
Mamma left me on the doorstep of some church
At Sister Mary Martha?s in San Quentin
She left me there for better or for worse

Well I grew up hard and fast without my mamma
But Sister Mary Martha was my friend
Yeah she taught me how to play the church piano
And pray to God to wash away my sins

Oh Sister, oh Sister Mary Martha
Your radiance can make the darkness shine
You?ve taken care of me when I?ve had nothin?
And I pray someday the Lord will make you mine

Well I guess nobody ever saw it comin?
When those men in black mistook me for a thief
They put my hands in cuffs, said son you?re guilty
Then they locked me up and through away the key

Now I?m sittin? in this cell here in San Quentin
Payin? for the crimes I did not do
I think I?m gonna dig myself a tunnel
And try and find my way on back to you

Oh Sister, oh Sister Mary Martha
Your radiance can make my darkness shine
I think of you at night here in my jail cell
And pray someday the Lord will make you mine

Well I pretty much forgot about my mamma
How that woman left me as a child
But I wish that I could play the church piano
And have that lovin? Sister at my side

Oh Sister, oh Sister Mary Martha
I?ve kept you in my heart for all these years
I hope one day that I?ll see you in Heaven
Cuz I sure as hell ain?t gettin? outta here


Contact: Cliff Hagen, 612-239-1175, cliff@cchagen.com
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