Dirt roads and dryland farming might be the death of me. But I can't leave this world behind. My debts are not like prisons where there's hope of getting free.
I remember back in Illinois I found her. The lily of the valley the lily of the. West was a rose The daughter of the biggest big town banker. He kept her like a princess I stole her like the Fort Knox gold.
Making my own city lights. Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight. Face forward in the wind. If you don't know where it is but you know where it's been.
Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs. Battered up chests and faded dreams. Every new life seems to spin away. Like sand escaping through the seams.
I met you at a party or on a crowded street. . A silent singularity when glances chanced to meet. . You looked into my glasses, said you'd seen a ghost.
Dirt roads and dry land farming might be the death of me. But I can't leave this world behind. Debts are not like prison where there's hope of getting free.
You have chosen dawn to leave. Don't bother me while I am sleeping. Life continues and though you go out. I'll sleep another hour or so. Though you think that I am fragile.
Here we go a-one, two. A-one, two, three. . We heard it over the wires. That everybody here was fine. But we never even really felt hired. So we felt bad, but not that bad.