Cry Yer Way

This is becoming a ghastly season

As you’re leaving The grass is dry

Thunderstorms are Popping up over the north

Maybe you’ll hit some on your way.

If you find some rain, won’t you send us a vile?

If you find some mud just lay there a while

Cry your way you make it wine

Cry your way you make it wine

Now Some might call me a thief of riffs

But I’m just a learner don’t you know?

I always liked the way your silver clicked

Twixt the songs and smokes

If you find some rain…

So just pack up your 11 string guitar

And just walk out on all of us

Leave your friends to toil and boil

In this sunshine and dust