when my life becomes a burden and i near the river jordan, stand by me.
hammer down,
heaven bound.
you told me you were good at running away,
domestic life it never suited you like a suitcase,
you left with just the clothes on your back,
they took the rest, but you took the map.
we can wish upon it,
we won’t share the wish we make,
but i can’t keep no secrets,
i wished that you would always stay.
i ain’t a gambler, but i can recognize a hand…
gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high…
old crow medicine show | the next go round / fire on the mountain
first they break your heart, then they make you wanna dance.
i miss you, willie watson.
scott avett gets a little froggy with his banjo. ;)
i went on the search for something true.
i was almost there when i found you.
sooner then my fate was wrote
a perfect blade it slit my throat
and beads of lust released into the air.
when i awoke, you were standing there.
when the road got rough and the wheels all broke,
wouldn’t take more then we could tow,
waking something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope -
with two old guitars like a shovel and a rope.
i want to make my home on a mountain high,
just me and my lover and the big old sky,
i ain’t asking for much,
just a little bit of rest before the day that i die.
Shovels & Rope - Birmingham - David Letterman 1-30-13 (by IdolXfactor3)
they killed it! :)
so lay low,
baby,
i won’t be back anytime soon.
if it gets too lonely,
i will follow you around in this tune.
so lay low,
baby,
just for a little while more.
if you can’t keep waiting,
i will find my way back to your door.
