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