the mark from Low Tide by Tracy Grammer

abel lives off the fat of the land
me, i got an old man’s back and a young man’s plan
ain’t gonna plow nor reap nor pray
god always liked him better anyway

you shoulda seen my brother abel
boots on the floor, hands on the table
chapter and verse of the filial fable –
i am cain

tell me who wouldn’t rather tend than plow
hell, i don’t believe in it anyhow
no justice and no world to come
heaven’s right here and me, i’m gonna get me some

i shot him through his pretty boy eye
i knew that’d make his mama cry
i ate shepherd’s pie as i watched him die
i am cain, i am cain, i am cain

i’m headed out for the land of nod
where they got themselves a different god
’cause that mean-ass god i don’t believe in
marked my head as i was leavin’

am i my brother’s keeper
i’m hell’s spy, i’m the devil’s sleeper
the seed got sown, i’m just the reaper
i am cain, i am cain, i am cain
i am cain, i am cain, i am cain

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• Cain
• Folk
• adult contemporary
• americana
• brother
• electric guitar
• fable
• female vocals
• folk pop
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Greenfield