Met a lady whose friend had died,
And I thought to myself, who isn’t dead inside,
Met a gal who lost her pa,
Digging a trench down in Arkansas,
We spoke all night like we we kin,
And we dug like we were trying to bury sin.
Dead from living, dead from trying, dead from wishing, dead from lying.
All our hopes and dreams will die,
No matter how many smiles we buy.
Met a man I thought I knew,
Fucked me once before tim bucked two,
Lost a friend who loved to steal,
Tried to steal my heart but I never could feel,
Dead from giving, dead from buying, seconds from some devil that’s lying.
All our hopes and dreams are gone,
To the promised land that we come from, and they’ll bury me right by the sea, set my weary bones free. Set my weary bones free.