Shadowland

From Belton to Ozark and back to the hill Down at the bottom and getting up still We came with nothing but the clothes on our backs And if you need a back hand you don't have to ask In Shadowland In Shadowland She won't be singing that out of tune song Bit by the whitehorse that we're all riding on I'll see to running once I can stand Get on out from under, beneath the heavy hand Of Shadowland Here I am In Shadowland Here I am I'm living in a circle drawn for me long ago The more they keep me digging, deeper are the holes I'll ride when the morning sun begins to turn I didn't strike the match but I let it burn Here I am In Shadowland Shadowland In Shadowland Here I am Back again In Shadowland