My brothers and I,. We walk a ragged trail.. The trees are all bent,. And the rain falls like hail.. Stuck inside a prison,. A single-celled jail.. My brothers and I,.
Who am I. Supposed to be?. What is my. Destiny?. Am I the funny guy. Who hides the pain?. Who do I. Contain suffering?. Why do I. Live in the past?. I'm moving forward..
Four in the morning drags you out of bed. Gotta get dressed, start bringin' home the bread. Walkin' on concrete with torn-up shoes. 10 years spent with the mill room blues.
Greasers 'neath the streetlight. Through the break of midnight. Share a drink and sing a tune.. Speaking of their day. Trial and error of their ways. Of falling to the howler's moon..
Hello there Madeline. How are you tonight?. Are you feeling a little bit lonely?. Do ya feel alright?. And how do you stand in your fight?. I sit here and wonder 'bout you..
music and lyrics by Corb Lund, Dug Bevans, Michael Caldwell, Terry Johnson. . My saddle horse has died and no one was in time. To save him or to reach me with the news that I'm without a mount to ride.
When sober is your new drug. I'll be that little cut festering. Beneath your clothes. do blood and tears make you feel less alone?. in the garden where you sleep.
Trying To Connect Having No Luck Yet,. I Missed Again. . Always Searching, Taking Aim,. I Fire Again, Youre So Far Away,. I Missed Again.. . Shooting For U, But U Wont Let Me Thru.
Something's happen when, when you don't expect. All of a sudden now you're falling in love. Baby that's the case between you and me. Never thought I'd be saying this but you're the one.
Looking back on a photo album of my life. It's the little things that make us smile. That, that, that, that make us smile. . Like the very first time that you discovered true love.
Mixed up and I think I like it. Mixed up and I think I like it. Mixed up and I think I like it. Feels so different, I'm cool with it. . Mixed up and I think I like it.
Come on, this one here's a cheater. I'm talkin' off the meter. I'm throwin' all my sneakers 'cause it's hot. . It's like I caught a fever. And I'm ready to burn.
Soul. My soul. My soul. . Soul. My soul. My soul. . You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on. And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone.
Money is your home on the range. Money puts the weapon in the stock exchange. Ya make money on your 9 to 5. uhh to earn your livin so you survive. It takes money to pay your rent and to eat.
Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?. I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song. Tell my kids that I love 'em. But don't tell 'em that I'm through.
As I walk through the corridors of my dildo shop. I take a look at my cock and realize its fallen off. ''cause I been suckin' and fuckin' so long. That even my momma thinks my dick ain't that long.
I keep telling myself I don't need anybody. I dont need anybody else. But I guess thats not true I'm always blue. And thats because I don't have you. I fantasize then realize it's make believe.
This is my music box. And this is my home. Come in, take a look if you like. Just you on your own. . But don't make your mind up. It's not done yet. Yeah, this is my music box.
As he sits on the moor. With his new found friend. Who had shown him the way. To bow out at the end. . With a dignity only. A murder can bring. With sweet violation.