Bourbon & Water from Ol' Furnace by Max Redding & The Dogwood Gospel

The lines at the sides of your eyes are growin’
You’re livin’ for the day that it all catches up with you

I guess you missed the point, that this heart is all I got
Why should I drown in hate if love is all I’ve ever sought?

I’ve been turnin’ my back on lies that I once believed
I’m findin’ there’s nothin’, nothin’ to grieve
Pushin’ myself towards a faint and ever growin’ light
Still there’s nothin’, really nothin’ to grieve

Behind your back your hands are tied
By the slack that guides your jaw
It kinda sounds to this old dog
Like life mighta rubbed you raw

But behind those eyes is everything that you’ve ever seen
Yet still you cling, you cling to man’s blistered law

Lord knows we fought so god damn hard
And this life is a jagged, jagged shard
The losses tallied across my face
Can leave a bitter taste

Yet here we stand on the edge of destiny
Whatever comes I will take
Wearing the brand we fail for purity
And your vanity will never shake

I feel used again
You strangle all my pride with the praise you’ve been denied
I feel amused again
With luck always on my side

Black as the rain will fall, my tongue heavy with gloom
It’s aimed at you and your dying tune
A weight is ridin’ us now, and it don’t feel like doom
But it’s slowly, slowly making its move

The lines at the edges of your eyes are growin’
You’re livin’ for the day it all comes back to you

I never understood the good you thought it would do
Yeah to waste the breath you breathe on the nothin’ you spew

What I know, not sure I ever wanted to
Though it’s real, I can’t deny
On the other side of what I thought I’d never get through
In emptiness I rest, too stubborn to die

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