Dead Man's Guitar

My boots are full of sand and rocks from the path I travel along

I stare into the sun, guided by the stars, power by song

I've seen pines, I've seen snow trees but not found her home

I can still see that fateful day I was left alone

I can still smell the sent of strawberry hair, smashed out window and blood in the air

Spending all my money on rum n cigarettes (hey!)

Only took a disaster to make me break myself

A lament in blood, a hole in my soul

Surviving on change - from a dead man's guitar

My hands are black and red, from which this bottle I pour

I spent most nights kicking sawdust, till sun creeps through the door

I been a coal miner, steel driver a brawler and never shot the crow

Bandits came and poisoned the town whilst I sat in woe

They smashed through the windows and took my wife

I saw red, took his guitar and his life.

Spending all my money on rum n cigarettes (hey!)

Only took a disaster to make me break myself

A lament in blood, a hole in my soul

Surviving on change - from a dead man's guitar

Spending all my money on rum n cigarettes (hey!)

Only took a disaster to make me break myself

A lament in blood, a hole in my soul

Surviving on change - from a dead man's guitar