Tekster: Drive By Truckers. The Dirty South. Danko / Manuel.

Let the night air cool you off
Tilt your head back and try to cough
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw
Let the night air cool you off

I ain't living like I should
A little rest might do me good
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood
Now I ain't living like I should

Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
Maybe I can only hear it in my head
Fifteen years ago they owned that road
Now it's rolling over us instead

Richard Manuel is dead

God forbid you call their bluff
Like the nightmares ain't enough
Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
God forbid you call their bluff

First they make you out to be
The only pirate on the sea
They say Danko would have sounded just like me
Is that the man you want to be?

Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
Maybe I could make it bigger overseas
Fifteen years ago they owned this road
Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave

Something else you can't believe

Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
Singing where to reap and when to sow
When you've found another home you have to leave

Something else you can't believe
Something else you can't believe