HEAVY BREATHING I'M WAITING FOR THE DAWN. IT WILL START SOON WHAT HAS ONCE BEGUN. I'VE REACHED THE END OF MY LONG LIFE. . SLOWLY BREATHING WRAPPED UP IN MY BED.
Sometimes I'm walking on the edge. One false move and I'm falling down. But I can't find a reason not to jump and try to fly. Sometimes I cannot find my way.
Written by Robbie Robertson. . I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling about half past dead. I Just need some place here I can lay my head. "Hey Mister can you tell me where a man might find a bed".
Cold and empty, torn and twisted. Freezing blood inside our veins. A haze of sadness. The eyes of madness. Staring at us on our saintly campaign. The saintly campaign.
Once again, I face Satan this morning. And I battle him all the day long. But in my weakness, God sent reinforcements. And at sundown, I'll sing victory's song.
I am the dark inside you. I am the one who guides you. I know each filthy secret. I know you are my man. I help you find the way. I let you see another day.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Newspaper boy making his rounds. Spreading the word all over town. Driving his car just as fast as it will go. There's papers in the driveway, papers in the yard.
Well you live in the house of desaster. And you're in need of the dominant master. In your heart sleep offcolor desires. I love you to death with a gentle caress.
Written by Marty Stuart. . All right, all right, all right. Well I am the main Mississippi Mudcat and always will be. Hello everybody. So there I was cruisin' through the country in my hot rod car.
High up, high up. I'm watching the tears on the sky. They're fallin', fallin'. But we close our eyes and ask why. . Like a bomb from the east and a blitz from the west.
Written by Larry Boone and Rick Bowles. . Baby I bet your ears have been burnin'. 'Cause the fence post gossip wheels have been turnin'. They're sayin' you gave your love and got taken.
No wind's blowing in this cold rainy night. The glow is fading and it's still outside. The chapter's retired - the hope is gone. I'm lost in a vision and the pain feels so alone.
Written by Marty Stuart and Allen Shamblin. . We're talking Tupelo was about a fast train. Headed toward the world like a mad hurricane. When he finally hit the ground, he tore us all apart.
Written by Marty Stuart. . I heard the sound of a train out in the distance. That takes me back to you. The only heart I ever met, as pure as it was true.
In this world so stabilized. We're living safe within. . Everything seems to be alright. In our regulated lives. What is hiding in the blinding haze. The entry into a knotted maze.
Written by Marty Stuart. . I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road. I'm tired of walking down that lonesome road. It's a mighty hard travelin' and a heavy load.
We face the fear but we can't hide from it. We taste the tears the wounded cry. We have to meet the end of dawning. And we must walk through deepest night.
Lester: Here's a little number right here now that ah Marny and me'd like to try to do for ya. It's one that, ah, Mac Wiseman and myself recorded a few years ago and it's out of print right now and, a lotta folks still, askin' for this one, and, and ah, you be Mac..
All through the years We've been walking together. And all the good times we had. I thought they'll last forever. . Well I don't know. But I want to know.
Written by Butch Carr and Russ Zavitson. . When you said it's over, I said it's not for me. When you said to forget you, I said when will that be. When that day comes, well they'll bury me.