God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground God, there's a hangman that wants to come around How we rise when we're born like the ravens in the corn
She says "wake up, it's no use pretending" I'll keep stealing, breathing her. Birds are leaving over autumn's ending One of us will die inside these
There's a woman here with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words that we hold on back into the
Black hair, the night descending Baby never puts her trust in Tight black tie too quick to laughter Ain't no telling what he's after Found a friend
Let's go out and dance, darling our last of days and grace the game with a blindfold on the cheaters came to play and outside the soft-handed boys screaming
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend Mother remember
Crack of dawn the rooster moans Wake up boy you're far from home Serpentine the tracks in flames Longest path the devil laid Led you straight aboard this
Who left you so? Who left you so? Who left you so? Striking a match for the keyhole Dark as the evening laid When he left you all alone Turning to fade
Midnight and her eyes, hide like kittens new and wet Mine are sinning hands, on her laying on my bed River still may rise, wild, and water take us both
Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure Weary memory I can always
Lately she don't care for a warmer breeze Or shade around the base of the maple trees Spring was on the mountain we climbed upon Stopped to see how high
Just like the way that you ran to wine When they made the new milk turn Jesus a friend in the better times Let your mother's Bible burn Freedom a fever
hey man evening on the ground and there is no one else around so you will blame me blame me for the rocks and baby bones and broken lock on our garden
mary, carry your babe bound up tight like lips around a whimper your fingers over my face blind eyed Samson driven to the temple and night birds digging
We found your name across the chapel door Carved in cursive with a table fork Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been The shaking preacher
Dust gets red, and red dust plays On the wind near Daniel's place Danny's sick and smaller boy Rhythm lingers on and on On and on, on and on Dust
Sunday morning my Rebecca's sleeping in with me again there's a kid outside the church kicking a can when the ceder branches twist she turns her collar
There's a prison on Route 41 Home to my father, first cousin, and son And I visit every weekend Not with my body but with prayers that I send I've a