Lincoln Creek

Johnny and I, in 2009, lived at his folks house for free

On the outskirts of town, twelve miles down

A house on Lincoln Creek

We called it the farm, from the broken down barn

Took wood and made fires in the stove

We got drunk, we got high

Drank spiced rum and wine

And lived like a couple of kids

In the pitch dark night when I'd turned off the lights

Looked up at the phosphorescent stars

The future was bright as the lights in the sky

And just as far out of reach

Somewhere someone is singin' for free

A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need

Somewhere someone is singin' for free

Thank God it ain't me

Johnny got married to his ex-girlfriend's sister

And they popped out a couple of kids

I guess he found Jesus

You might not believe this

But sometimes I wish that I did

But I hit the road for a decade of shows

Sleepin' on the floors and beds

Dozens of strangers

None born in a manger

But holy nonetheless

But somewhere someone is singin' for free

A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need

Somewhere someone is singin' for free

Thank God it ain't me

Somewhere someone is singin' for free

A tab and a couple of twenties is all they need

And somewhere someone is singin' for free

Thank God it ain't me