Tithe of Mother’s Meat (Patreon)

[Verse 1]

Mad Horse, mad horse

Midwife’s hands gone cold, course

Blood on a white cotton gown

Whispered prayers for a mother

“Doctor pull the baby out”

[Pre-chorus]

They got a knife, got a will, got a grave already dug

Said “push that girl to the window, let the fever pull the plug”

[Chorus]

If they want me to die in childbirth

They can die behind a beast

Let the hooves make dust, plough and pulverize their ribs

Let the wild drag their body

Let me see God on their lips

I’ll show you red on the stable for the

Tithe of mother’s meat

When the dogs come running, grind the ankles off their feet