Back home
They pass Christmas Day
By killing something wild
And mark the years
By where they stripped
The soil away
Mama wouldn't let
Daddy use the good towels
On account of that black dust
And West Virginia clay
We're all we got
Just a bunch of half empties
A couple last shots
We're all we got
Just a pile of forgotten forget-me-nots
Ain't nobody gotta tell us, baby
We know we're in a real tight spot
We're all we got

Down here
I spend long hours with regret and nicotine
My bones are tired
but my heart's
an unpinned hand grenade
The Cumberland River's
holding all the stars tonight
And up ahead
there's a point in the road
where my luck's gotta change

Only the one-offs, only the dislodged, only the never fit-ins
Only the loose change, only the called names, only the might-have-beens
Know the way I feel tonight