Buzzard's Bluff Testo

Testo Buzzard's Bluff

If you drive for eighty miles southwest of highway 44
To those Ozark woods where outside folks don't stay
There's a cliff called Buzzard's Bluff where we would lie on high ground and watch the birds below circle around their prey
And we would pray
We would pray

There ain't nobody's gonna run in here and save me
Heaven knows I can't save myself
I've got no more tears and I've got nothing left for taking
You know the dead don't ever call for help

It was eighteen miles to town, another mile to Congress Hill
We spent our childhood locked inside a double-wide
No neighbor ever knocked and no one looked us in the eye
It's no one's business what goes on inside
Goes on inside

There ain't nobody's gonna run in here and save me
Heaven knows I can't save myself
I've got no more tears and I've got nothing left for taking
You know the dead don't ever call for help

I used to pray to be a bird and fly away
Not one time or two, but every single day
Everyone may look the other way
But I know what happened
God knows what happened

There ain't nobody's gonna run in here and save me
Heaven knows I can't save myself
I've got no more tears and I've got nothing left for taking
You know the dead don't ever call for help