The Famine's Hard Lyrics & Tabs by Half-Handed Cloud

The Famine's Hard

guitar chords lyrics

Half-Handed Cloud

The famine's hard, the city's sieged,
and we've forgotten who we need
“I ate my son, and I regret

But you don't know how desperate
Oh the King, he rides the wall
When I cried his clothes he tore
Jahoram, he blamed the Lord
We saw potato-sack underwear.”
“To kill Elisha, and have his head, ”
Is what that wicked king had said
Elisha trusted, despite the mail
And prophesized a flour sale
Four lepers, empty camp
And they weren't coming back
Retreated from the music

Four lepers, empty camp
And they weren't coming back
Retreated from the music
Of an army soundtrack
And then we plundered deserted tents
I sold my flour for a pence