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This Train We Ride is Made of Wood and Steel (2013)


Sailor Song

Well as for reaping what you sow well weep one quiet tone, this sentence left of splinters and opaquely battered bone, well he’s got no better sentence than the one that he can’t feel, so I’ll just find my road to grace and take just what I kill

As my legs are weakened by all these midnight tunes, I’ve got some other medicine in darkened foreign rooms, but as for my old enemy, he knows just what I do, and as to find the fire it is left to go find you.

As for loving my daughter well she’s wild, she’s got a little more happening inside her mind, but as for all the poison heaving tower godly fumes well I, think they got a little more space left in heaven’s room

So ma’am take on me for instance friend a fisherman once told, stormed the brinks and bent the yards, as tall as he is old, but as for knowing his true love his bitter one’s the sea, and as for knowing a better man that better man was me

So ma’am left to sail for nothing well I can’t disagree, these earthly tides and lunar rise bring striking thoughts to thee, like wind and rain and earth and mars and all that’s in between, if I don’t find my sacred ground by death than I’ll be free

As for loving my daughter well she’s wild, she’s got a little more happening inside her mind, but as for all the poison heaving tower godly fumes well I, think they got a little more space left in heaven’s room

Map with Roads

Now we don’t need no map with roads, no we don’t need no map with roads, well I ain’t living in this dead old story told

Choose your words carefully because I believe it will go and it’ll come around and theres no reason to go back now even if I could I don’t know how, I dug my grave in that town

Well this sea it’s black and then it’s green and then it’s cold, and while this world’ got me thinking that while I’m no longer drinking I’ll be left to rot inside this bitter bag of bones

Oh brother that groundhog likes to run, oh brother that groundhog likes to run, well I ain’t living in this dead and dying sun, oh brother that groundhog likes to run when I take out my old .44 gun

Choose your words carefully because I believe it will go and it’ll come around and theres no reason to go back now even if I could I don’t know how, I dug my grave in that town

Well this sea it’s black and then it’s green and then it’s cold, and while this world’ got me thinking that while I’m no longer drinking I’ll be left to rot inside this bitter bag of bones

Now circle any place you want to see, and circle any place you want to see, now we ain’t been ma’am to the sunny side of Tennessee, circle any place you want to see

Rusted Rain

Rusted rain and rusted water, well we’re all resting patterns know

Mark us the same as all the others, and find our resting place then in the snow

Well in the same ground as distant mothers, we’ve already got our children’s titles to engrave, but in the same town as your lost brother, I’ll heed the only chorus that ever spoke my name, I’ll heed the only chorus that ever spoke my name

A sudden change, we fall and falter just holding onto what we know

For heaven’s sake, this fallen alter has given back this old man’s soul

Well in the same ground as distant mothers, we’ve already got our children’s titles to engrave, but in the same town as your lost brother, I’ll heed the only chorus that ever spoke my name, I’ll heed the only chorus that ever spoke my name

Christians Head

Do you remember that day, while we were running away, all those locks, keys, and chains, standing stranded with no escape, but these chains are getting loose, and these ideas are bullet proof, sacred swords to cut the noose, its time to grow and be free from you

Please breathe a sigh of relief because its still your soul you get to keep so make a toast to the joys and sorrows in the day that we call tomorrow

I find no help in jesus christ, I find no leverage in succeeding this life so the very last thing that we hear before we die is we sing la da da da da da da da

Speak from me a stolen word, that’s left to be watched and overheard, said it once, second, and third, creating a four letter word, is it your mind is it your heart, can you even tell them apart, where it ends and where it starts, seems so close but yet so far.

Please breathe a sigh of relief because its still your soul you get to keep so make a toast to the joys and sorrows in the day that we call tomorrow

I find no help in jesus christ, I find no leverage in succeeding this life so the very last thing that we hear before we die is we sing la da da da da da da da

Davey Jones

Freedom to my preacher man, freedom for his son, and freedom to the strike of nine on Sheriff Peasly’s gun. Freedom to my refugees and freedom to his land, freedom to whatever god has got the mightiest of hands

And I don’t mind asking that myself

Well back into the days, back into the days we go, and back into days, back into the days we go, back into the days we know

Scream another for the fields and take it to the man, these tidal shifts of spiral myths bring trouble to my stand, and freedom to my refugees and freedom to your lies, so tell me what’s more alive my friend the city streets or I

Freedom to my preacher man, freedom for his son, and freedom to the strike of nine on Sheriff Peasly’s gun. Freedom to my refugees and freedom to his land, so tell what’s more alive my friend, your city streets or my stand.

Well back into the days, back into the days we go, and back into days, put your back into it Davey Jones, put your back into it DAVEY JONES!!

Missing My Home

Well I left this weary home to find another, I found another weary place to call home, I left my weary feet to be untangled in the heat of this old restless morning sun I’ve ceased to roam.

So I’m packin’ up my smokes and all my reefer, and tell these country men I’ve lived the tale, but as for telling that old two timing loving lady well I’m only here to bid my rarely well.

Well I met this new woman down in Georgia, her hair boy it shined as gold as mine, and well the last thing I remember we had met in late December way in back in the old winter of ’99

HOLY SMOKES, holy smokes, this has got to be a joke, she said isn’t that an Eastbound Jesus line, and I don’t mind to hesitate for the only thing I fear today is left to all my wonder and sweet design

Well I’m missing my old home in Kentucky, I’m missing my old home in Tennessee, and I’m missing all the trouble that old poor lady caused me so I kiss this new woman just the same

Now I find it in your stance and in your fever, I find it in every step you take. Now the last thing I’d expected was to be let down rejected for some new man you met along the way. SO now I’m lapsing every second with hard whiskey, scotch Jim Beam Jack or bourbon it’s all the same, and I don’t mind to hesitate for the only I fear today is left to all my wonder and dear ol’ blame.

Now her last few years were wondering Ohio, before that lady gone and paid her fee. Well the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead was to bottle up this message and send it out to sea.

HOLY SMOKES, holy smokes, this has got to be a joke, she said isn’t that an Eastbound Jesus line, and I don’t mind to hesitate for the only thing I fear today is left to all my wonder and sweet design

Well I’m missing my old home in Kentucky, I’m missing my old home in Tennessee, and I’m missing all the trouble that old poor lady caused me so I kiss this new woman just the same

Jazzy McGee

In that dark water I’ve been panning all day to gather my ashes and make a clean escape, with a millions rivers and two or three more, i’ll have to tell you my love I can’t come around here no more.

dance devil dance while this woman finds her soul, dance devil dance while she’s never gonna know, now she fiery foreign fever’s got a hold on just one more, sent from low or high above us well we’re never gonna know

Hey little darling well wont you follow me, you think that i’m trouble wont you wait and see, come lie down next to me and we’ll sink on down to those roots beneath

Sing siren sing and cry angel cry, sing siren sing and cry angel cry, now this weary pasture’s making for a weakened shepard’s boy, so for now I’ll take my lessons leave my feet then for the soil.

Cherry Tree

 Take my merry means from me and let old Mrs. Johnson be her boys are returning with a studded brow, and as the racetrack fills on up this fellow extends his dirty cup and bellows out a horror stricken growl

Well not a man to fuss and fight he drives back his ogre delight to reach out to a passing gracious hand, but without the exchange of might he cowers back and to her delight is left with nothing but a shadow of a man.

Don’t mind her weary bones ma’am, I’ve been sentenced for too long, You’ve traveled far you’ve traveled near you’ve traveled everywhere but here and I’m not being lifted by your song.

Well given just his time and fate a broadened view then awakes to a feeling of a non-existent man. And now his tempts are dead and gone, your whistle seems to turn him on, now send his to that far and distant land.

We cheer him on our dearest strong just to await for that long strung morn when lessons learned are mourning bloody rags, well I find no trouble in his taste for a brighter serving cosmic race, let’s bring it back to that simple sounding stand.

So rest your weary bones ma’am, for mine are far too gone, You’ve traveled far you’ve traveled near you’ve traveled everywhere but here and I’m not being lifted by your song.

Take this lady and I don’t mean to say that I aint got no other way to take our all my morals and my fears, and left with enchanted son I’ve got one reason to run, so tell this other lady then what I hear.

Well choppin down this cherry tree with force I can barely believe has brought down more than just your neighbors fears, it’s time we change and lift the ban, all that’s left are those who stand, the rest are left with nothing ‘tween their ears.

So rest your weary bones ma’am, for mine are far too gone, You’ve traveled far you’ve traveled near you’ve traveled everywhere but here and I’m not being lifted by your song.

Rain On

So rain on, your passion’s like that old time silver, like a sailor’s last dance, leading when he knows he should. So rain on, and laugh out like that old time silver, should I lay down to die just like I knew she would.

doo dood odoo doododododoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodo

She’s no better off she said, no she ain’t no better off, charming snakes in the tall tall grass, well it just ain’t enough. And as our chorus dwindles low still we stand tall and tough, she’s no better off she says well she ain’t no better off.

So rain on, your passion’s like that old time silver, like a sailor’s last dance, leading when he knows he should. So rain on, and laugh out like that old time silver, should I lay down to die just like I knew she would.

Screaming loud these farmer’s sounds while his grays are wearing off, bridging gaps of northern fogs while our barns shake and rot, well as I sigh to lay down and die still I’ll give her one last shot, to share a slice of light to shine on this old abandoned lot

So rain on, your passion’s like that old time silver, like a sailor’s last dance, leading when he knows he should. So rain on, and laugh out like that old time silver, should I lay down to die just like I knew she would.

Highway’s Long

And well she sleeps with songs, crystal eyes, and cemetery folklore, she forces out the demons when she breathes, and she ain’t got no bitter man and no keen sense of leaving, my ma’am, well she’s the only damn lady that I need

Cause she huffs propane, sniffs cocaine, drinks turpentine and whiskey, a Mississippi native and a bandit on the run, well she’s got another home in the hills of Carolina, but as for her last harvest her final seed is sewn

Alabama to New Orleans, now we ain’t leaving this burning town, now the howlin’ wind’s gone changing, but even while that highway’s feeling long, I’ll be gone for a while with the setting sun.

Well she may be strong, means as storms but damn I love her laughter, these sheltered sea’s got something to its wind and weary chill, and well I’m leaving nowI know, but I need just what I’m after or at least until that monster inside you gets its fill.

Cause she huffs propane, sniffs cocaine, drinks turpentine and whiskey, a Mississippi native and a bandit on the run, well she’s got another home in the hills of Carolina, but as for her last harvest her final seed is sewn

Alabama to New Orleans, now we ain’t leaving this burning town, now the howlin’ wind’s gone changing, but even while that highway’s feeling long, I’ll be gone for a while with the setting sun.

This next song is definitely not called Picklechin

I said meet old lady by the river, she’s got rubber bands bending in her knees, I’m not blinded by this old decaying skin of a tree, she seems to relive its glory by taking a hold of me, so the next time that you find your old fantasy bearing load, know that I left mine in Tucson heading down that lonesome road.

So I said damn ol’ dirty coyote I don’t mean to make some noise, but I can hear your heart a-beatin’ underneath these wooden boards, so the next time that you see my old lady well I lied, and I will put another bullet underneath those pretty eyes, put another bullet underneath those pretty eyes.

Lonesome Street

It’s a lonesome, lonesome street being silent when one must speak…. you used to be mine and gorgeous with that dress that you wore nothing under it, now with your new keys and see through stockings, you broke free, or so it seems, you broke free, or so it seems

Pick up your dagger, pick up your blade for theres a storm that must be made, stand on the edge and drop your safe, stand on the edge and let me relate. there was a picture on my wall, long ago if  I recall, your just a picture on my wall, your just a picture and that’s all.

(Rabble rousing is coming soon………)