A fistful of shadows a pocket of dirt
Every name I called left my tongue burnt
I swung at the night I hit nothing but air
The devil don’t fight fair the devil don’t fight fair
I’ve been in a fight with you her them him and me
Trading blows with ghosts I can’t even see
Sunday morning’s mercy can’t set me free
I’ve been in a fight with you her them him and me
A boy named Sue carved his name in my chest
The man in black laughs while I try to confess
Lonesome and whiskey they’re my only kin
I’m caught in a ring of fire I can’t ever win
Neon gods they hum and spit
Every lie a cigarette lit
Conway whispers lies through a motel wall, don't cry Joni you'll forget me in time,
Waylon’s ghost is a shadow down the hall an outlaw soul that never caved in
Jone's whiskey glass moans on a night stand next to a dusty Bible,I kissed Miss Tammy goodbye if you couldn't get the picture then you should read the little yellow posted note's she had stuck up on the wall,I'll love her until the day I die, why baby why,,
The jukebox keeps singing but my soul feels dead
I’ve been to Detroit man I've been to Toledo man Jackson man Kentucky man Louisiana an Nashville I've been everywhere man a man in black breaking long necks,with cocaine baby blues locked in the review,as the radio hums a hymn crooning an out of tune out law melody her voice sings out of the sides of this ol' square box Chevy's doors,he's was my June Carter cash,I was her highway man, I tried to walk the line sold used lies and alibis couldn't walked that line,I hear that train coming it's coming down the tracks I hold my head down an cry,why Baby why,oh the battle of black top soul it's coming down the tracks where it's going I don't care
Fistful of whiskey dirt in my spine
Ring of fire burns my name tonight
It’s you it’s her it’s them it’s him
It’s me with my shadow wearing thin
Fistful of shadows
Brawl of the blacktop soul
Fighting the devil for control
You take the hit I take the toll
This outlaw life’s a heavy roll
Mama tried oh momma tried but the ramblin’ stayed
Waylon’s ghost hums the price I paid out for being ornery and mean,hell bound and whiskey spent when I was born the doctor smacked my momma then took out his pocket knife and cut off my horns said if you haven't already picked out a name just go a head and call him trouble,choices I made echoes off of a Rose in paradise she belonged to him not me she called me trouble man said Boy you better straighting it up an walk the line your hearts in trouble man,stop singing the blues man your outlaw ways have gotten outa hand
You don’t know lonely till you’ve played that game
It’s you it’s her it’s them it’s him
It’s me who keeps punching in the wind
FistFul of shadows Brawl of the blacktop soul
Fighting the devil for control You take the hit I take the toll,This outlaw life’s a heavy roll on a long dusty road of whiskey rebellion on a bumpy road with twist and bends rolling with a heart of stone fistfull of shadows Brawl of the black top soul
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