Some Lonesome Tune

With my sleeves rolled up
Digging through the draw
I could not find what I was looking for
I could not find what I was looking for
That silver handle
Sharpened knife
How did that thought get in my mind
How did that thought get in my mind

I can sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and need to be made new
My need to be made new

I work my fingers
To the bone
But I can't pay the debts I owe
No I can't pay the debts I owe

To show that feeling
In my gut
I just play with a bleeding cut
I just play with a bleeding cut

I can sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and need to be made new
To be made new

Surely God has
Bore our grieves
And through His wounds we will find peace
And through His wounds we will find peace
And through His wounds we will find peace
And through His wounds we will find peace
And through His wounds we will find peace
And through His wounds we will find peace

I can sing some lonesome tune
That could speak like an open wound
But all my blood could prove
Is my weakness and need to be made new
To be made new
To be made new
To be made new



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Chaney
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