Well now where do you think your going?. When you're headed for the door. With your head hanging down staring at the floor. And even though I can't see 'em.
We laid around Dogtown a summer ago. Good ol' man winter was fresh out of snow. When the leaves had left town. She followed them out. Running from rural and cold.
When trouble comes knockin'. Beatin' down your front door. When the devil starts stalkin'. One thing holds the cure. . Drink your whiskey down. Put sorrow in the ground.
Old Enoch, he lived to be. Three-hundred and sixty-five. When the lord came and took him. Back to heaven alive. . I saw, I saw the light come shining.
Down in the valley of hollow logs. Two lovers lay in the weeds. Safe in the net of their sweaty arms. Safe from the wind in the trees. . My love, said the boy, you're the clear blue sky.
I am not afraid when you call me down. Down the basement steps under the house. Down, down in the ground. . Black cows are limping, the white dogs bark.
Well I'm a drunken hearted man. My life, it is misery. I'm a drunken hearted man. My life, it is misery. If I could change my way of livin'. It would mean so much to me.
I wandered far away from the place. Where I was born and raised. I suffered through the Oklahoma dry lands. And through New York City's cold and rainy days.
Everybody says don't lose your head. You gotta keep that pretty smile upon your face. Well I did that for awhile but it just was not my style. I kept endin' up in that forbidden place.
Does anybody really know you?. Can anybody say they truly do?. . You swear that you're a hick retriever. Your limbs are loaded down with rotten fruit.
Woke up this mornin', put the coffee on. Opened up the blinds and there was the sun. Now, this ain't just another day. It's the hardest one I've ever faced.
I remember how the wood would smell. Just as the last great tree was felled. Like many that came before. It was used for table and a door. A palette and a long hall rack.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide..
Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine. Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine. It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul. Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
I'm just driftwood on the river floatin' down the tide. I don't care where this old river carries me. I keep drifting just because my heart is broken inside.