about
The third of twelve songs on my album, Acoustic Redemption. I return to my beginnings, and I've stripped away so much of the "extra", to touch raw, revealing truths of the human condition.
lyrics
‘Round about a quarter to three in the morning
Just a few hours that sun’s gonna come a’ dawning
I don’t want, I don’t need, I don’t care anyway
Can’t pay the rent, gonna be boxed up and sent To Heaven if I’m lucky today
There’s a paperboy delivering all of the bad news
Gonna take a resurrection to bring this world some good
I’m just waiting for the merry men to come and help me out today
There’s a traveling band of thieves in the neighborhood
They’re taking from the rich and giving to the poor
So they’ve go to come a knocking on my door
Come on hurry it up Mr. Robin Hood
I ain’t got all night Mr. Robin Hood
I ain’t go much time Mr. Robin Hood
I ain’t got but one can of food in the kitchen
And one little last shot of whisky to help with the bitchin’
I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I won’t last through the night
Can’t get to sleep, too many thoughts that I keep
In my head that I’ve still go to fight
There’s a woman crying that the sheriff locked up her husband
It’s a lonely paddy wagon ride down to the jail
And those merry men are just following him to make sure he’s all right
The traveling band of thieves are gonna put up the bail
They’re taking from the rich and giving to the poor
So they’ve go to come a knocking on my door
Come on hurry it up Mr. Robin Hood
I ain’t got all night Mr. Robin Hood
I ain’t go much time Mr. Robin Hood
I swear my soul is leaving, lord I can feel it
I’m afraid that the devil he’s going to come and steal it
I hope that, I pray that, that ain’t the way it will be
May sound funny but the power of money’s
Got a lot more power than me
And there’s a Chinese proverb says that I got what I wanted
And I always heard that you get what you deserve
If those merry men ain’t coming then I’ll curse this whole damn night
That traveling band of thieves got a whole lot of nerve
If They were taking from the rich and giving to the poor
Then they shoulda come a knocking on my door
You really let me down Mr. Robin Hood
I guess you ain't comin' around Mr. Robin Hood
Probabaly already in another town Mr. Robin Hood
What the hell am I supposed to do now Mr. Robin Hood?
credits
from
Acoustic Redemption,
released March 14, 2012
Brent David Fraser - Lyrics, Melodies, Guitar, Vocals, Composition
Glen Casebeer - Producer & Technical Advisor
Robert Patrick - Producer & Engineer
Hannah Chidester - Album Art Photographer.
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