droping again Put tickets on me I'll only keep'em to fly us home The mic rings hollow: This'll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts
I come from nowhere I was nowhere bound never once believed this was my restin' ground but somewhere between here and that rest I heard ya callin'
Gotta trust my name No fork in my tongue Gotta trust my name Never saw it blow Never saw it blow The clouds rained money Never saw it blow The clouds
Tongue tied, said my prayers 20 years or more seems like yesterday hung your secrets from the judas tree watched 'em blow down to the valley floor blowin
Well the fires are tended And my blood it just boils (Hey there pass your hat) And the fruits of hard labor Have been drowned in snake oil (Hey there
I can sleep it off, Sleep it back to sleep, I can be most anything I want. A long way from the shade, The north side of the moon. Down here only rich
It soon appears Long rented shores Too big to name And second to none Save horses' hair In pockets deep Remember skies Second to none Black
The season has come When nothing gets done Save copycat killin' Away from windows asleep on the floor The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard
Painted so many towns painted them up and down down to the broken ground pointed the last one, for now soon I will stow away into the cool nightshade
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the days The cattle roam outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun X4 Then tracks
Why would you run ? I beg stars above A thing of such beauty Must be called love Why would you go And give me to cry? A thing of such beauty Might
Quick, burn it down to the wick Burn it down to the heart So the ending can start Here, behind the riverhaus door With an unloaded gun And an unsettled
Every morn at sven o'clock There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock And the boss comes round and he says to the (?) "Come down hard on the cast-iron
Out past the trees there is nothing to burn Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds
It's breathin' time In Christmas Valley herons fly by night and crash into the pines and when we're gone from Christmas Valley no one will remember you
In a trailer park with hungry dogs Eat stolen bread With stolen credit cards With half a brain I'd torch this mess Have all these things So I
I can still remember the coat I wore that day yellow as a plastic moon with a weave as thick as chains walkin' past the sideshow tents drunker than
Wake up dead man, there's a noise You must attend It will not quit Wake up dead man, there's a noise Your sleep is done Your secret's out Dead
