I was born on this here guitar road
And though my tuning is far from fine
It's going to reach your soul
I was born the child of greed and fear and though my
Hands they shake like hell
They are going to serve you swell
Well you tell me I don't have the answers to the
Questions posed by times gone by
Baby you said you would love me
But you left me alone to cry
And there will be just you and I
And the sun will burn us dead of night
And there's won't be any more denial
Come on no
I will die on this here whiskey road
And though my throat is parched and dry
It's going to sing you home
Watch the world as it runs through your fingers
See the water and the fires they rage
They told us love would free us
But through our pa**ions we are enslaved
There will be just you and I
And the sun will burn us in the dead of night
And there won't be no denial