Rusty Hinges and Dust

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yeah, I’m taking it for a ride...

Just me and the moon...yeah, dats me

Nothing but dust in the rearview...