Dry Bone Symphony

Duration

4:15

Genres

Roots

Lyrics

The Devil is a generous man; Some might call him a giver But he takes with the other hand; He takes with the other hand I gotta get me a place somewhere up on the mountain Where I can go to be alone when he comes to take his own I’m gonna make my stand in this dried out land. Where the hollow bones of better men lay scattered on the sand Late at night when the wind blows right I can almost hear them whispering to me a dry bone symphony I was a passionate man but I can barely remember What it was that I believed; I just try to forget her Now I hold in my hand, treasures I have assembled From the Brazos river clay, it was all that I could save I should have had an open hand and trusted all the things they said I never thought I would regret the things I never had Taste the dirt inside my mouth I look back on the planting ground And see bitter seeds of carelessness have grown To take all that I own