Storm it shook ya down From the burial ground There was mud on your face Barely lost and barely found And the shrunken heads around your neck Just
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the days The cattle roam outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday
Findlay was on his last legs But he made the rules Said suffer fools gladly But never end up as the sufferin' fool He shook me down Though it was
Come back in the winter, won't steal away too long And when I'm back I'll set it all ablaze Got Jesus in my pocket and matches in my coat I won't have
The city's shiverin' Shivers in the heat That we call summertime And I'm deliverin' The one piece of the puzzle That you could not find Follow me an angel
Streaks of light On the graveyard walk Your bright star was crashin' Crashin' the dark Dreamed of a cold night To freeze it in place Dreamed of ship bells
Every night before I go to sleep I find a ticket And I win a lottery I scoop them pearls up From the sea I cash them in and buy you All the things you
Well the fires are tended And my blood it just boils (Hey there pass your hat) And the fruits of hard labor Have been drowned in snake oil (Hey there
Bang out the night song on an old kettle drum don't ask for no ransom ain't payin you none ground to a halt with suspicion for all you say "watch me fly
These are the ghosts that I half believed Guns & liquor & the carnival freak But then one day the whole world shook And I got arrested for stealin'
Lord, I feel like going home I've tried and I fell and I'm tired and weary Everything I've done is wrong And I feel like going home Lord, I tried
I can still remember the coat I wore that day yellow as a plastic moon with a weave as thick as chains walkin' past the sideshow tents drunker than we
In this town The blood will make you rich Yeah, in this town The blood will make you rich In this town I will do you one better I'll change the
Wisecracks and hijacks And contracts to sell Old wine in new bottles Times are the same Diggin' the ditch quick And quick to escape The patent is
Maybe you should disappear, And now I've warned you so. Bury your clothes out in the woods, And hide your letters 'neath the stove. There's a big house
Harbour lights will change your plans More than judge or jury can What a sight Flickerin' like prayers of grace How could you ever lose this place? What
A crooked road on a country mile The widow walks from a letter found (And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief (That) what's done is done
Hangman, take these heads from me Swing 'em from your money tree Hear me laughing in my sleep These heads are yours, they're yours to keep Please don