Years ago on an April day. A crowd gathered from miles around. Over a thousand, I heard one say. All around me on the square in town. Ladies dressed up in their best.
Fall down on your knees. Hear the whisper through the trees. No one's come to save you. Let fade the little lies. The sentimental cries. Behold what nature gave you.
This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land. I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land. I do not want your pearly gates don't want your streets of gold.
Out where the tracks cut county road 9. A diesel pulls up a long line. Slowin up the grade to a crawl. Where Jolee waits for an empty car. Away from that man.
It's New Years Day. Just like the day before. Same old skies of grey. Same empty bottles on the floor. Another year gone by. And I'm thinking once again.
You hung your hopes on a crooked nail. Dropped your dreams down a rusted pail. A little broken china coffee cup. Could hold what's left of what you still won't give up.
I had plenty of keys on my key ring. A beautiful home I had every(D)thing. With a lovin' wife and a car to drive. I came home from work every day at five.
Lydie lit a cigarette today,. Ancient fumbling fingers in her way. From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin,. Closed her eyes and let the memories in..
I met Willie by the still, he was brewin' a batch. He had a short cigar and one last match. He was tellin' me 'bout his latest troubles with the government.
Ricky got the quarters for the table and broke. While I pulled hard on the sorrow and smoke. Raising up my bottle I looked for a chance. As you set your glass down on the bar with a glance at me.
You're on the other side of the world tonight. But under the same cold stars. And tonight I'll dream you right back home. To this little life of ours.
We got old time bars. Still standing on downtown city streets. Old ladies serving drinks inside. With no color in their cheeks. . Listening to a Haggard song.
Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold. A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold. Along came a boy, pretty as the devil. She took his hand, the whole thing unravelled.
New love like a diamond. Like a twinkling star. But it's a whole lot of heartache. To get to where we are. 'Cause every man is a myth. Every woman a dream.
You hung your hopes on a crooked nail. Dropped your dreams down a rusted pail. A little broken china coffee cup. Could hold what's left of what you still won't give up.
In the still of the desert.... In the light of the moon.... Armando walks all alone. The river ahead holds promise and dread. And he's 900 miles from his home.
In the melting snows of Ontario. Where the wind'll make you shiver. It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay. Near the mouth of the Musquash River. .
There's an old dirt road, just off route nine. Fades into the lake, at the low water line. Sometimes I wander down that road alone. Remembering the town, that I once called home.
She sleeps softly beside. And in secrets we abide. Long gone is the sharp pain. Of young love's foolish game. Days fade into night shades beyond love.
In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot. In your drone boots out back smokin' pot. Gotta black eye and you wear it proud. Guns and Roses way up loud.