[Verse 1]
The sun’s a copper penny falling down a lucky well
I’m sitting on this porch swing, listening to the dinner bell,
My boots are caked in shit fed by thislife, my body is worn to bone
I’ve got a pocket full of nothing, but I’m king upon this throne
The bank man’s got the title,
But I’m still humming melodies from the day that I was born.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a long road rolling through a short-lived life…
Between the whiskey bottle and the sharp edge of the knife, yeah dats me.
I got the country in my marrow and the blues down in my soul, won’t you say my name?
Trying to find the silver in a bucket full of coal
Yeah, the hinges might be rusty, but the door is swinging wide
I’m taking all my trouble for a midnight pony ride.
[Verse 2]
I met a girl, she had fire in her blood
She promised me the truth but she was wearing ten-cent lies, I saw everything in her eyes.
She took my grandad’s watch and my only good suit coat
Then she left me with a "sorry" on a crumpled twenty-note
Now I’m back down in the hollow (hallow)
(Hallow)
where the shadows grow so tall
Learning how to love the dirt that catches every fall.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a long road rolling through a short-lived life…
Between the whiskey bottle and the sharp edge of the knife, yeah dats me
I got the country in my marrow and the blues down in my soul, won’t you say my name?
Trying to find the silver in a bucket full of coal
Yeah, the hinges might be rusty, but the door is swinging wide
I’m taking all my trouble for a midnight pony ride.
[Bridge]
[Tempo speeds up—harmonica solo for 20 seconds]
The freight train’s moaning his name, she’s gushing like a waterfall , headed for the coast
I’m staying here in in the pines, dancing with my favorite ghost
You can keep your city towers and your shiny pave-work streets, but I hear you. Say my name..
(my name)
(my name)
I’ll take the rhythm of the crickets and the summer clover sweets.
[Guitar Solo - Gritty and distorted country-blues licks]
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a long road rolling through a short-lived life…
Between the whiskey bottle and the sharp edge of the knife, yeah dats me
I got the country in my marrow and the blues down in my soul, won’t you say my name?
Trying to find the silver in a bucket full of coal
Yeah, the hinges might be rusty, but the door is swinging wide
I’m taking all my trouble for a midnight pony ride.
[Outro]
Yeah, I’m taking it for a ride...
Just me and the moon...yeah, dats me
Nothing but dust in the rearview...
[Song ends with a final, deep slide down the low E-string]