Shoot - Stacy Barthe

I don’t know 'bout y’all

But my feet are tired

Tired of runnin' and runnin'

Prayin' but nothing’s comin'

It’s just sweat and tears

Mixed drippin' down my ears

As I lay with fear

Wonderin', «How did I get here?»

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot

I don’t know 'bout y’all

But my back got tired

Tired of buildin' this country up

Still they tell us we ain’t enough

Tired of all of these buildings

Rather be dead than mistreated

So tonight

ten in the evening

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot

Oh, Lord, Lord

Can You hear me up there?

Oh, Lord, Lord

Can You hear me up there?

Oh, Lord

Say, Lord, Lord

Can You hear out prayer?

Lord, Lord, Lord

Can You hear me up there?

Oh, oh, Lord

Oh, Lord

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

I’m a stranger in these woods

If they catch they gon'

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot