Old woman sell clothes on the side of the road somewhere in Tennessee
I'm pa**ing through on my way back east no one knows much about me
But they stop and stare and say who's that as I drive along the road
And stop my truck along the way to rummage through that pile of clothes
If they ask you who I am don't you tell em nothing
About my past out on the trail or anything that's happened
I've got my ghosts and they travel with me everywhere I go
And remind me about things I'd rather forget but they just won't let me go
I see myself out in the woods with a pistol that I stole
And shake my head and buzz my lips to shed the heavy load
If they ask you who I am don't you tell em nothing
About my past out on the trail or anything that's happened
I'm going back to Virginia and live up on the trail
Keep to myself but I've got no choice there's never been another way
I've lived alone all my life even in my own neighborhood
I am a dark space that pa**es by you reach out but it does no good
If they ask you who I am don't you tell em nothing
About my past out on the trail or anything that's happened
I'll disappear into the trees no one will see my face
As I peer out from the branches they'll quicken up their pace
Or I'll stare out from a photograph on the post office wall
They'll stop and think and move along oblivious of me and all
If they ask you who I am don't you tell em nothing
About my past out on the trail or anything that's happened
I had a girlfriend once she was pretty and fair
I had a girlfriend once but she's no longer there
I had a girlfriend once I wonder if she loved me
I had a girlfriend once in the shadows of the trees
If they ask you who I am don't you tell em nothing
About my past out on the trail or anything that's happened