John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw
This song is sung for anyone that's listening This song is for the broken-spirited man This song is for anyone left standing After the strain of a slow
falling out the window tripping on a wrinkle in the rugfalling out of love, dear it hurt much worse when you gave up just don't tell me which way I
when you find you can't somehow make it like all the rest you won't need to scrounge aroundfor someone else torn between the unknown and the place that
I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years and I spent all my money on whiskey and beer and I go to some hollow and set up my still if whiskey don
All my daydreams are disasters She's the one I think I love Rivers burn and then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City
I don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But
a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli
Everything's fine for now, no one's really laughing Everything's just all right, or is it now ? up to the round, but keep moving on You can cut the cord
been traveling around some crossing people's paths some they stand right in your way others like to watch you pass been trying to memorize all the different
way in overhead caught off guard by the gutter everybody's spending his time just building and making someday someone will say, for what nine to five
Fear the hearts of men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreading God's word declared it would be so I'm going
Satan, your kingdom must come down Satan, your kingdom must come down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna pray until
It's a long way to heaven It's a short way to hell Painkillers won't help When the weight's not yourself They're poisoning the air For personal wealth
lost sight of ground never been so down nothing here to stand on it's a war-weary road another faceless tombstone nothing here to stand on I turn to
Down here, where's we're at The weather changes, that's the way it goes Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong Sometimes it snows, but when it does
in memory of a miner who dragged himself to work and worked himself to deathworking for someone else we follow each other around on shaky ground his
Sidetracked down the middle Never saw it coming, what a surprise It's been a wonder Electricity tells a story It's a sound getting near as fear is watching