Gravy Lyrics

We walk the fields

And I keep one hand in my pocket

Thumbing the shotgun shells

Always trying to watch my step

We hide in the trees

Load our guns and fix ourselves

And you ask me if I'm ready

Like Brother Danny on Easter morning

And I want to go back to my room

I want to go back and I want to take you

I want to go back

I want to go back home

The sun comes in the East

And the dove enters the scene

To an orchestra of shotguns

The father and the son

My ears start to ring

When you ask me where I'm going

Just like Brother Danny

At church every Sunday morning

I want to go back to my room

I want to go back and I want to take you

I want to go back to my room

I want to go back and I want to take you

I want to go back

I want to go back home

That night in the dark

I watch my mother take out the doves' heart

And cover it with gravy

In a skillet alone at the stove

And when we say grace

We thank the father for the food on our plates

And we all say amen

'Cause we've got nothing more to say

And I want to go back to my room

I want to go back and I want to take you

I want to go back to my room

I want to go back and I want to take you

I want to go back

I want to go back home