Wash Me Momma

You phone me when I'm feeling blue,
I fell of a mountain, but I pulled through,
Too much in my head, I thought I was dead,
but you held my hand instead.

Wash me momma, wash me clean,
it's the rotten world where I have been.

My eyes are poisoned, my soul is blue,
I'm leaving trails where I come through.

Thank god for putting me back on my feet,
the devil was playing his tricks on me.

Hold my hand, don't let me go,
My heart is bleeding,
It's time that you should know.

Wash me momma, wash me clean,
it's the rotten world that I have seen.

You phone me when I'm feeling blue,
I'm thankful for someone like you.
Someone like you,
I'm thankful for someone like you.



Credits
Writer(s): Mattanja Joy Bradley
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