When you grow up in the South
They'll place Jesus in your mouth
On Sunday mornings, but
Most have to wait until they die
To see the bones in the bright sky

But I see a grist mill turning
And cane fields burning
Calling my inheritance to wander through the wilderness
Take my body home
Take my body home
And in the garden leave my guns
For the future vines to run

Here the wound was never healed
The Empire grows from battlefield
And these ghosts are restless cause
Hell's the truth you see too late
And souls are weeping at the gate
Like night birds singing
And floorboards creaking

And if we never reconcile to who we are in our exile
Take my body home
Take my body home
And leave the hay mixed with the love and sorted when love is calm
Take my body home
Take my body home to you

Where they lay us now
We will let go
We will let go through the ground

Roaring gospel sound
We will let go
We will let go through the ground

The more the blooms
The more you die
The fine Magnolia feels the sky
The more the blooms
The more you win
I pray the Lord my soul to leave
Back into the tree

We will let go
We will let go to the ground
Go in gospel Sun

We will let go
We will let go to the ground
We will let go to the ground