Wash in the river
To remove my sins,
Blood-stained soul.
Preacher man says
I can’t go home.
Well, I’ve bathed
In every creek
Across Kentucky
Haven’t found one
That set me free.
So I’ve been walking for miles
Down these dusty roads
Looking to rest
My weary soul.
Preacher man’s calling out to me
“Girl, repent
And be set free!”
I guess he doesn’t know
About the blood on my hands,
There ain’t no grace
Where the girl is damned.
I’ve bathed in every creek
Across Kentucky,
Haven’t found one
That set me free.
Kentucky Baptismal, by Tia Kessler
