Song Length |
3:34 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Mumford & Sons |
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Lyrics
I'd crash through the woods
10 inches of snow
Hot on a blood trail
Wherever it goes
I made all my money
By chasing down things
Blowin up bridges
Melting down rings
I lived like a hermit
Surrounded by folks
I did it on purpose
It wasn't a joke
When things fell apart
I could take it no more
The sirens were wailing
I'm not that anymore
The woman I married
Was cold and remote
She had many scars
She wore a black coat
The new moon was rising
She buried my guns
She left in the morning
I held on to one
The letter she wrote
Was scribbled and mean
Ironic and bitter
With tears in between
I shrugged it all off
With a curse and a roar
No tear did I shed
I'm not that anymore
The roads that I traveled
Were dangerous paths
Henchmen and harlots
Graveyards and rats
I pushed when I had to
Then cut to the chase
I always raised double
And led with an ace
The time that I spent
Alone with my thoughts
Were fleeting and hollow
Memories bought
I'd stick to my guns
And look down the bore
The trigger would click
I'm not that anymore
I'm calling them out
All the liars and cheats
I used to be like them
I know their deceits
Politicians or preachers
They're one in the same
The keep us all frightened
But don't take the blame
Sometimes after midnight
I try to believe but
I never found Jesus
He never found me
Some wiseman or prophet
Might come to my door
I won't hear them knocking
I'm not that anymore