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