If I don't come home again, would you tell my son goodbye?
I was never much good for him. Could you tell him that I tried?
Seven years in a Texas jail, Montana on my mind
You were like my guiding star, but I can't aim that high
And Lord knows that I'm right to think this way
Had some friends eight years ago, we owned the county line
Drowning fear in hometown bars, we k**ed the beast inside
And if I never meet you again, if time don't cede those nights
Drink to us. Drink to what we were. I promise that I'll find
A darker place to hide my face from God
Cuz' I sang with the rebels, and I stole from your table
I scratched words on your heart
And if I could choose what to keep, what to lose
I gladly would sacrifice art
When I was still my father's son, he told me to be brave
Now he's dead, and bravery is fickle as my name
Twenty years in a Texas jail. My mind don't feel the same
Am I really free again? Or does some part remain
In that dark place to sit and rot away
Cuz' I sang with the rebels, and I stole from your table
I scratched words on your heart
And if I could choose what to keep, what to lose
I gladly would sacrifice art
Yeah, I danced with the Devil, and I laughed at your angels
I rode that neon train
And all of your books, every soul that they shook
They can't seem to make me okay