FisttFul Of Shadows The Brawl Of Blacktop Soul

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 I can’t ever win

Neon gods they hum and spit

Every lie a cigarette lit

Conway whispers lies through a motel wall

Waylon’s ghost is a shadow down the hall

Jone's whiskey glass moans on a night stand I kissed Miss Tammy goodbye if you couldn't get the picture then you should read the little yellow posted notes stuck up on the wall,I'll love her into I die,

The jukebox keeps singing but my soul feels dead

I’ve been to Jackson and walked the line

Fistful of whiskey dirt in my spine

Ring of fire burned 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 but the ramblin’ stayed

Waylon’s ghost hums the price I paid

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