Heaven Can't Help You

Duration

4:01

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

The sea is a demon it will swallow you whole it will take possession of your heart and soul; leave you places that you can't control where heaven can't help you. It will be your lover it will be your friend it will be the means to your mortal end. Winds may freshen and blow again but heaven can't help you now. And the mountain is a demon in its dark confines the dreary tombs of the worn out mines; where human kindness rarely shines an heaven can't help you. You scrape and you dig the live long day then toss and turn your life away. You'll find peace come the judgement day but heaven can't help you now And the field is a demon cause it seems so kind when the sweet rain falls the river winds. When the fruit withers on the vine. Heaven can't help you. When the cottonwood cries and the dust blows free and the corn's not as tall as it should be and the sun beats down relentlessly. heaven can't help you now Well the city is demon made of mortal and steel and it don't give a damn what woman feels. You scrub its floors and you cook its meals and heaven can't help you. You feed the kids and you pay the rent before it's made your money's spent. You're looking for something heaven sent but heaven can't help you now. Oh the working woman and the working man just get by the best they can it's a long hard crawl to the promised land where heaven can help them. They do the work that some might spurn. Work that makes this old world turn. There's a lesson here we all should learn or heaven help us all.