Another full moon sky, through the trees and filtered light. And the silence oh my dear, is the storm drawing near. Let it rain. I don't mind. I'll keep
Old man are you tired Will I one day fill those boots Walk the world over In search of righteous truth Old man are you gone Down to the proving ground
Let Water Wash Away, the shore of bleeding pain. And erode to start anew, on foundations once consumed. Glory [x4] Pay homage with that pain. And relish
Looked into the sky, walked another mile. Watching snowfall take its time to the ground, To bury this town. Yeah, one step at a time walking on the line
Simple backbeats seem to soothe me. If i could hold them i would let's say, Take some rest as if not wicked. And walk around enjoying silence. A world
She is not the type that will talk the talk despite over how and where she'll waltz when apparent duty calls. I am overly enthralled and delivered from
Live Music by Hot Water Music, words by Chuck Ragan Transgressions are made while cowards convey with a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay. While the
Live Written by Bukka White, rewritten by Bob Dylan Feeling funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die Feeling funny in my mind
Woke up one day and made his way down to the water front as he did all the days in his 44 years as longs as the ships made it in stands for a cause stands
A miner was leaving her home for work when she heard a little child scream She went to the side of the little girl's bed "Oh momma, I've had such a dream
How would we have known we would wash away. It's two solemn searching souls together to the sea. Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening. Hold
Downright hopelessness When the wrath of consequence comes knocking on that old front door And we count the ways, the seconds have fallen into place with
Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy
How cold can a heart become before it crumbles, or decides to stay numb? I know what it's like to feel cold, and I don't wanna die alone. Because I can
Hold tight, Geraldine, I need to say what I mean. Time's gone by for so long and I've seen all the wrongs that I've done. Since we have yelled and stomped
Do you pray? Do you fall On your knees when everything goes wrong? Go back to the word In the good book you heard That will save you a place somewhere
How do you get right with one eye closed so tight Slipping backwards, falling prey to plastic eyes? So hard to walk straight For the style has made you
Cut the line I?ve heard the rest You?ll never get me answering To the cold hand of the dying man Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left Oh come