Everybody's Hurting Lyrics - Women And Country - Jakob Dylan

I've been walking the dirt floor 

My eyes are open, Lord 

Where did You go? 

Have we just left You bored? 

On down this unholy well 

We rolled Stirring barrels 

In hell to be warm 

It's further back down 

Than the high ground 

It ain't milk and honey 

We're moving 'round 

Only one thing is certain 

And that's everybody 

Everybody's hurting 

Now we come from the country 

Where the rain follows plow 

And the evenings are cold enough 

To pluck your feathers out 

We hear your engines 

Roaring deep and loud 

As we work the mules 

On this bludgeoned ground 

We've hunted these hills dry 

We've long outlasted the winter 

And our last wood pile 

Only one thing's certain 

And that's everybody 

Everybody's hurting 

Through rolling acres 

Of bone yards we drift 

Our spirit's been broken 

It's been splintered to bits 

Faith is believing 

What you see ain't so 

But my sweetheart 

We've got to learn 

To live with these ghosts 

They can't leave, we can't go 

Now we'd sell this valley if we could 

Go north where the sun sets 

Dripping buckets of gold 

Through snow-topped thunderheads 

And rows of moving clouds 

Coming down this mountain 

How sweet salvation sounds 

With our hands high 

Like lowly pilgrims 

As the old men dissolute 

The young ones in 

Already know what 

We're just learning 

That's everybody 

Everybody's hurting