Story Behind The Song

A religious man is seduced and lured into killing the former lover of a woman. Once the deed is done he searches for her but she is gone.

Song Description

A religious man is seduced and lured into killing the former lover of a woman. Once the deed is done he searches for her but she is gone.

Lyrics

If I can't see her Face by Bob Lampkin

The rain is falling and behind the counter there's some coffee brewing
I'm seated at the counter contemplating what I'm going to do, eh
I've never done a thing like this
But I can't stop this Journey
She's got some trickery on me
I can't get myself free

The geechie woman said she had to go and put a hold on me
Now she's got me all twisted up, you know it's something crazy
I've never done a thing like this
But I can't stop this Journey
She must have put a hoodoo trick on me
I can not get myself free

Chorus:
If I can not see her face
I can not close my eyes
If I can not hear her voice
There is no lullaby
To ease all of my fears
Bring back my sanity
To stop all the voices I hear
And Take away my pain

The rain is falling but you know my blade is stripped and on the ready
I have to do the deed to make up for some ancient ancient worries
I've never done a thing like this
But I can't stop this Journey
She's got some trickery on me
I can not get myself free

Geechie woman said she had to put a call upon her old man.
Said she needed to correct him for a time he did her wrong.
I've never done a thing like this
But I can't stop this Journey
She must have put a hoodoo trick on me
I can not get myself free

Chorus:
If I can not see her face
I can not close my eyes
If I can not hear her voice
There is no lullaby
To ease all of my fears
And Take away my pain
Bring back my sanity
and stop all the voice I hear

Oooh La la la la

Chorus:
If I can not see her face
I can not close my eyes
If I can not hear her voice
Sadness will stop my own heart
Suffering drains my tears
into the deepest sea
Tearing the life away
Deep from the heart of me
Anguish is my dear friend
of ever increasing pain..
Ever the light of day
too far to see my own disgrace.
Displacing all sound resolve,
is concourse with hell's own hound.
Bloodstained chiffon and lace
Perdition at the Holy See.



Ad lib. Girl, come home to me.