Take me to the shouting grounds. A prodigal lost was found. I should be dead right now. but I am alive. . I just want to see Your face. You're calling me from my grave.
That devil keep calling, calling me back. O Lord I'm crying, I need Your help. Keep me from trouble keep me from hell. Lord keep me walkin, walkin, walkin,.
You came for criminals and every pharisee. You came for hypocrites, even one like me. You carried sin and shame the guilt of every man. The weight of all I've done nailed into Your hands.
Early bird, aching wings,. slowly rising with the shower steam.. Foggy windows, sleepy eyes,. I caffeinate my head until it's clear enough to drive.. .
Heard the front door slam. Lying in my bed 'bout 8 AM. She packed her bags and hit the road. Don't know if she'll be back again. I guess she's had enough.
I got a problem I hate to admit. Hell, no one likes talkin' about it. It's the painful condition of every man,. We'd all be saints here without it. . It's these beautiful things.
(Verse). My daddy played a mean southern rock 'n roll guitar back in the day.. Sometimes they'd have a practice at the house and I'd get to listen to him play..
(verse 1.1). I know what you wanna hear, but it ain't what I wanna sing. I know what you wanna hear, but it ain't what I wanna sing. Playin' for your favor, simply ain't my kinda thing.
Poor man is beggin' on a crowded street. Doesn't have a dime with which his children to feed. Lost his job when the factory closed. Can't pay the rent, now he's got nowhere to go.
I fell in love at a glance. Should've known I'd never have a chance. To be with you in the long run. You have a plan I am not in. You're gonna move up north to live again.
Heard the front door slam. Lying in my bed 'bout 8 AM. She packed her bags and hit the road. Don't know if she'll be back again. I guess she's had enough.
More talk of revolution and you're nodding off,. head upon your desk until the teacher coughs.. What are you here for? Oh, what are you here for?. Digging through the garbage, pulling out yesterday's news,.
When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one. I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk. A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs.
There's a picture my mama kept in a drawer. She pulled it out of the trash after I said we were over for sure. She must have known that one day the heartache would end.
The Lord works in a strange way. There ain't no doubt. Man, He's gonna make a man of me. He's gonna straighten me out somehow. . Was 27 years old that summer.
I was learning how to love and love and learn.. I fell for a girl one county north of the town where I was born.. She was the most athletic senior in the school where her mama taught..
We were sitting 'round a fire, just me and my two boys.. I was shuffling through some classics I thought they might enjoy,. The ones I cut my teeth on, circa 1994,.
I had a place on a dirt road's end,. back in the woods near the Broad River bend.. I had a double-wide, back side of the family farm.. Kinfolks lived on every side..
The Lord works in a strange way,. There ain't no doubt,. Man he's gonna make a man of me,. He's gonna straighten me out somehow.. . I was twenty-seven years old that summer,.
The Wreckage. . One broken bottle. One broken man. Drenched in a bourbon perfume. Just rocking away. In my dady's chair. Paying the devil his dues. . Feel Like I'm goin down with the wreckage.