Slaid Cleaves

I met Willie by the still, he was brewin' a batch He had a short cigar and one last match He was

She sleeps softly beside And in secrets we abide Long gone is the sharp pain Of young love's

I work as a hand in San Saba Fences and windmills to mend I been out on a crew, eating tumbleweed stew

Ricky got the quarters for the table and broke While I pulled hard on the sorrow and smoke Raising up my

Lydie lit a cigarette today, Ancient fumbling fingers in her way From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped

Out where the tracks cut county road 9 A diesel pulls up a long line Slowin up the grade to a crawl

There's an old dirt road, just off route nine Fades into the lake, at the low water line Sometimes I

You hung your hopes on a crooked nail Dropped your dreams down a rusted pail A little broken china coffee

In the melting snows of Ontario Where the wind'll make you shiver It was the month of May up in Georgian

You're on the other side of the world tonight But under the same cold stars And tonight I'll dream

In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot In your drone boots out back smokin' pot Gotta black eye and

Years ago on an April day A crowd gathered from miles around Over a thousand, I heard one say All

Fall down on your knees Hear the whisper through the trees No one's come to save you Let fade the

Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold Along came a boy, pretty as

This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant