Dudley Saunders - Truck Of The Rising Sun lyrics

The headlights of trucks Flashed your eye to your brain To the shoulder of roads You went stiff as cum stains Turned once in the taxi To the light of the dash And then rumbled back home Body jack-knifed and crashed He was not too old His chest like a soul Heavenward ascending His arms said prayers For a tear Without mending You'd each dig a trough Wave as they pulled off Thinking smiles in their eyes One day I'll eat up the miles To be with you And Kentucky is cold When the snow falls and folds Like a blanket you're shuffling off Or daddy's dead quilt Full of seed you spilt And you will That it will not Be filled with your guilt Look Out at the snow A bull's out and so Black against the hill Now he's pawing Now he's bucking back And black To a spill Angels waver Should they save your soul Or add your body to the bill There's a crack in the wall By the windowsill And o how you're heartstrings Will twang the wrong tune Singing stand by your man While your man's in the moon So you deep-throat a bottle Cumming rye down your throat O the bloating of bodies Whiskey river can float Lord, they'll rise up so high All your secrets come clean River-foam to their eyes Made of male magazines Boys born from their fathers Can never be weaned There is a truck bound for New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And me o God Me o God O God I'm one