The Plea

Mama, this highways gonna kill me
 And mama, I think my rose is wilting
 The kids and her alone while I'm so far from home
 I feel so guilty
 Mama, this highways gonna kill me
 I hope the road that takes me there will always bring me back
 But I guess whatever will be, will be
 Mama this highways gonna kill me
 Woman, I wish I couldn't hurt you
 And woman, It's clear I don't deserve you
 I know it seems I only need you when I ain't got nowhere else to turn too
 So woman, I wish I wouldn't hurt you
 I'm sure there's some relief in giving up and moving on
 And sometimes it seems way too much to work through
 Woman I never meant to hurt you
 Lord, I beg of you protect me
 Cause lately, swear the devil's out to get me
 It ain't a leap of faith to say he always prays upon the unsuspecting
 So Lord, I beg of you protect me
 I can't walk with you if the devil got my hand
 I hope you have my back and direct me
 Jesus I beg of you protect me
 Jesus, don't let'em get me