Neck On The New Blade Lyrics - Singles - Sixteen Horsepower

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low 

There's a ghost bound in my soul 

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low 

There's a [Incomprehensible] 

A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my talk 

Is what I'm after little girl 

Metal on the red overcast in head 

I'm goin' down an feelin' ill 

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low 

There's a cold blade on my crow 

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low 

There's a girl that I know 

You ain't never had one I don't believe you will 

This is your season for standin' still 

Metal on the red overcast in head 

I'm goin' down an feelin' ill 

See boys I've known her from way back 

Back when she was dead 

Tongues on fire spoke the word 

And a darkness left her head 

Holy my other hand 

That's a fuckin' joke 

Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife 

Were the words that I spoke