Aaron Watson - The Prayer Lyrics
My mountain is a mole hillMy throne's a busted chairThis crown has turn to rustAnd it's all tangled in my hairThis high horse that I ride onIs gonna buckle at the kneeUpon my castle made of sandI cannot be the king of meThere's the man in whiteHis words are painted redThere's power in his bloodAnd only truth in what he saidThere's the man in blackWith a needle in his veinLyin' flat upon his backThis is the prayer that he once prayedHe said, "My mountain is a mole hillMy throne's a busted chairThis crown has turn to rustAnd it's all tangled in my hairThis high horse that I ride onIs gonna buckle at the kneeOn my castle made of sandI cannot be the king of me"And this harem in my heart is filledWith hot metal and fool's goldWatch your statue turns to dirtAll that's left in the end is your soulGod save your soulSo he said, "Shout out of controlWith all your heart and soulThough this cold worldMay tear you apartLet the whole world know"My mountain is a mole hillMy throne's a busted chairThis crown has turn to rustAnd it's all tangled in my hairThis high horse that I ride onIs gonna buckle at the kneeUpon my castle made of sandI cannot be the king of meMy mountain is a mole hillMy throne's a busted chairThis crown has turn to rustAnd it's all tangled in my hairThis high horse that I ride onIs gonna buckle at the kneeUpon my castle made of sandI cannot be the king of meLord I'm just a manI cannot be the King of me
