Down here, where we're at The weather changes, that's the way it goes Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong Sometimes it snows, but when it does
I don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But
A worn out joke to keep the flies away carried it this far The west side winds to keep it steady Bury the hatchets we find could carry that heavy load
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw John
It's a long way to heaven It's a short way to hell Painkillers won't help When the weight's not yourself They're poisoning the air For personal wealth
Watch it separate in two Whatever the day wants it to Findin' out that the worst is true Findin' out that it can escape you Slings and arrows completes
All my daydreams are disasters She's the one think I love Rivers burn then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City They
Oh fear the hearts of men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreadin' God's word declared it would be so I'm goin
This old town is filled with sin, it'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn, so take it home right away You've got three years to pay, but
I've been searching And you've been gone Out looking for the shortest path To the one that you're on And I've already seen All I wanna see Come on, let
I can only sing it loud Always try to sing it clear What the hell are we all doing here Making too much of nothing Or creating one unholy mess An unfair
Early in the morning, sometimes late at night Sometimes I get the feeling that every thing's alright Early in the evening, sometimes in the day Sometimes
There's a guitar leaning on a Marshall stack Used to sound like the sun on the horizon, now I think we've been had There's a young girl screaming all
Come, all you coalminers Wherever you may be And listen to the story That I relate to thee My name is nothing extra But the truth to you I tell I am
I don't see you through the windshield I don't see you in faces looking back at me Alcohol doesn't have much that matters to say Can't imagine where you
In memory of a miner Who dragged himself to work And worked himself to death, working for someone else We follow each other around on shaky ground His
these lines don't work on me they won't on you didn't knew the cards were on the table just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things
I've been a moonshiner For seventeen long years And I spent all my money On whiskey and beer And I go to some hollow And set up my still If whiskey don