Said you came from a mining town. They closed the mining down. Said your daddy was a drinker. He had a picture of Jesus on his sinker. . Maybe I. Maybe I'm coming for you tonight.
Ride with you tonight, I'll ride forever. There's no way to predict this kind of weather. Ashes fall to earth, words are severed. Feathers turn to weighted iron pillars.
Well, I'm savin' this dress for my wedding day. Momma wouldn't have it any other way. She says, when she married, her waist was twenty three. I guess, I'll never wear it anyway.