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
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