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 in a blind alley.
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. . Turn to face the wind may never get out.
Everything's fine for now, no one's really laughin'. Everything's just all right, or is it now. Turn up to the round, but keep movin' on. We can cut the cord now, just draggin' along.
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 lies.
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.
Oh fear the hearts of men are failing. These our latter days we know. The great depression now is spreadin'. God's word declared it would be so. . I'm goin' where there's no depression.
All my daydreams are disasters. She's the one think I love. Rivers burn then run backwards. For her, that's enough. . They all come from New York City.
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't kill me.
When you find you can't somehow. Make it like all the rest. You won't need to scrounge. Around for someone else. . Torn between the unknown. And the place that you call home.
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 Schull.
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, sad end.
Draznik. . Left here, right in the dark. Slouched in the corner, tryin' to make a new start. Not getting any warmer, you got a cold heart. Icicles falling, the points are so sharp.
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 John Hardy get away.
Every day is dreamlike, it seems like. In every way and that's why. When I look back on my life. It's like a slide show out of focus. . And as the carousel goes 'round.
I wish, I wish my baby was born. Sitting on his papa's knee. And you, poor girl, were dead and gone. Green grass growing over thee. . I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be.
I wanna destroy you. I wanna destroy you. I wanna destroy you. I wanna destroy you. . I feel it comin' on again. Just like it did before. They feed your pride with boredom.
Well I took a fifth and I poured me a shot. And I thought about all the things that I haven't got. And I drank that down, I poured me some more. Kept drinking and pouring till I felt the floor.
Well I took a fifth, and I poured me a shot. And I thought about all the things that I haven't got. And I drank that down, and I poured me some more. Kept drinking and pouring till I felt the floor.
Try to face up to the blinding sun. Racing for the final word to come. Facing up, it's hard to stay devout. I can see the sand and it's running out. And it's running out.