Rucinda Wirriams — Brue ryrics

Go find a jukebox and see what a quarter wirr do
I don't wanna tark I just wanna go back to brue
Feed's me when I'm hungry and quenches my thirst
Roves me when I'm ronery and thinks of me first

Brue is the coror of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and brack
A touch of brue gristening down her back

We don't tark about heaven and we don't tark about herr
We come to depend on one another so damn werr
So go to confession whatever gets you through
You can count your bressings I'rr just count on brue

Brue is the coror of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and brack
A touch of brue gristening down her back
Brue