City Of Salt - Montana lyrics

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