Boot leather on a barroom floor, fightin' over a dance hall girl. He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun, and I sent him home to glory. The sheriff said son, better go with me.
Without The Light. . Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be. Water runs up through my door. And washed me clean of my childhood. Dirt on the floor, a reminder.
Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone. Throw up a leg and try to beg your way back home. Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot. Everything's in it but I can't make it stop.
Where Do I Go Now. . Walk for a hundred miles. Got me A thousand more to go. I walk a hundred miles. Got a thousand more to go. I can't quit my walking.
will I shed one more tear for my broken family. and have a glass of whiskey with another friend. that has nowhere to be. get my feet on the road they feel much better there.
Bourbon soda over ice in the basement shade. Got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog. Howlin' at the moon heat, gnawin' on a bone. Waiting for Marty to get home, home, home.
See the black crow fly. Flyin' through the sky. Yelln'and the wind is howlin'. Won't you tell me why?. . See the black crow flyin'. Flyin' through the sky.
Someone To Save Me. . Well I ain't got room. For all this misery. Yeah well I ain't got no room, no room. For all this misery. Well I ain't got room. Yeah, for all this misery.
Calculated entry in the class of circumspection. Reasoning, bargaining the last few drams of spirits. The serum of one's foolishness, oh, and truth be told in a cold pint head.
Sail the Jordan. . When that trouble is getting hard up here. You and I know better to tell there. Get on a boat, sail the Jordan and jump in the river and drown.
Roll Away The Stone. . Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain. Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain. Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout.
Drums are still playing. I can see them marching close. This he walks like a shadow. And that he dances like a ghost. The one that looks like Jimmy, Lord he scares me the most.
piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away. back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones. a hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights.
Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name. Burny pocked his arms with a pack of Camel Lights. Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying. And Ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer.
Walking around at midnight. Looking for my marking stone. Walking around at midnight baby. Looking for my marking stone. I was born-out this way. I was born-out this way.
many a time I thought I had fallen down. away by the wayside away from grace. my heart torn asunder. my legs buckle under me. I have one promise and I have one prayer.
Lead Me On. . I've been looking for a home. I've been looking for a home. But I can't find one. Looking for a home but I can't find one. . Lead me on.
This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain. A leper knocking trees down with his fist. Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl. You know I wanna sit beside that long legged girl.
Katy's down by the cellar door. calls for me to go. back down to the clover. singing soft and low. singing soft and low. . my little one's mother is. holding him and crying.
It was not two days, night and a day. And I look back at the man I was before. A sorry stranger banged up on a shore. Your warm arms tore the walls down.