I ain't from Texas,
but I made my way from Dallas
and I know the lonesome sound is following.
I ain't a gambler, but I can recognize a hand.
And when the hold,
when queens are staring back at me.
Once I was a carpenter and man,
my hands were calloused.
I could swing a metal mallet sure and straight,
but I took to the highway,
a poet young and
hungry and I left the timbers rotting where they laid.
Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me.
And when I lose my direction,
I look up to the sky.
And when the black cloak dragged upon the ground,
I'll be ready to surrender.
And remember we're all in this together.
If I live the life I'm given,
I won't be scared to die.
I don't come from Detroit,
but her diesel motors pulled me and I followed till I finally
lost my way.
And now I spend my days in search of a woman we call purpose.
And if I ever pass
back through her town, I'd stay.
Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath
me.
And when I lose my direction,
I look up to the sky.
And when the black dress drags
upon the ground, I'll be ready to surrender.
And remember we're all in this together.
If
I live the life I'm given,
I won't be scared to die.
Thank you.
But a coin pulled from an empty pocket dropped
into a slot with dreams of sevens close behind.
Hope and fear go with it.
And the moon and the sun go spinning like
the numbers and the fruit before our eyes.
Sometimes I hit, sometimes it robs me blind.
Sometimes I hit,
sometimes it robs me blind.
Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me.
And when I lose my direction,
I look up to the sky.
And when the black clothes drags upon the ground,
I'll be ready to surrender.
And remember,
well, we're all in this together.
If I live the life I'm given.
I won't be scared to die.