Mayday

Duration

4:35

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Description

Lyrics

From this makeshift motel i used to call home a level of Hell full of all alone I broadcast a mayday to the heavens with a phonograph a dirty needle in a crooked arm spin the 45 rhythm, a necromancers charm to bring himself back to life Dyin slow from livin fast it's just me and Jesus, and Johnny Cash the phone it won't ring no matter how you stare i call out to angels who are not there i search for a cause that I could call myself a martyr the J.C's they sing songs and tell each other stories about the women they deny knowing and unwanted glory you're walking a line here or walking on the water Dyin slow from livin fast It's just me and Jesus, and Johnny Cash me and the boys we stay up all night drinking whiskey and water and wine and the white light it won't make it's way out of that busted television the picture is fuzzy but all three of us know a Good Book, a drink and the radio will take away the madness even if it don't take you where you're wishin From this makeshift motel i used to call home a level of Hell full of all alone I broadcast a mayday to the heavens with a phonograph a dirty needle in a crooked arm spin the 45 rhythm, a necromancers charm to bring himself back to life Dyin slow from livin fast it's just me and Jesus, and Johnny Cash jefferson fox - 2012