O Fisher - Deadwood lyrics

I’m dead, I ain’t got no roots The toes are pokin’ through ma boots I’m deadwood. But you can’t say that I’ve fallen, No, ma trunks still a tall ’un. I’m deadwood. Lotsa things crawlin’ through me. The sins, they still choke me Like the ropes wrapped ‘round a cottonwood tree. I’m deadwood. Moss grows on my teeth And the tears and sweat, They stick to my cheeks As thick as sap, clear as dew, I’m deadwood. The crack falters my stance. I’m dried out and now I don’t need me No chances. I’m already deadwood. I’m crooked as the Good Lord’s book. I asked for mercy, that don’t come to fools He gave me one look, shook His head Now I’m deadwood. I await the day When the wind no longer makes me sway But fall down to my knees And I’ll know what it means To really plead for Mercy And I’ll rot like deadwood. Deadwood. Deadwood. But you need a scapegoat like me. Yeh, this town, it needs it’s enemy. Feast your eyes on this sorry pack of lies. Watch yourself. Watch where this deadwood lies. See I am the town scapegoat and enemy. I am the town scapegoat and enemy. I am the town scapegoat and enemy. See I am the town scapegoat and enemy.