The Ransom

by Brenley MacEachern, Lisa MacIsaac

Genre: Folk/Acoustic

Lyrics

THE RANSOM

i’ll pay the rent
you pay the ransom if you can
by accident
we’re down
we’re down to our last cent

the money ain’t coming in like i hoped
and all this smoke
is like a hammer in my throat
it’s only rock and roll
with a sold out show
darlin’ please
can we go home

quiet down in front
gotta get through this before i burn out
hey mister don’t you run this town
i can’t hold my tongue
so bring the curtain down

the money ain’t coming in like i hoped
motor court hotels
are gonna confiscate my soul
it’s gonna hurt like hell
when the story’s too sad to be told
darlin’ please
can we go home

the money ain’t coming in like i hoped
we’re a day too late
about a dollar too short
i’m run down drained
can’t give it no more
darlin’ please
can we go home

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