Nothin'

(альбом: Raising Sand - 2007)

Hey mama, when you leave
Don't leave a thing behind
I don't want nothing
I can't use nothing

Take care into the hall
And if you see my friends
Tell them I'm fine
Not using nothing

Almost burned out my eyes
Threw my ears down to the floor
I didn't see nothing
I didn't hear nothing

I stood there like a block of stone
Knowing all I had to know
And nothing more
Man, that's nothing

As brothers our troubles are
Locked in each others arms
And you better pray
They never find you

Your back ain't strong enough
For burdens doublefold
They'd crush you down
Down into nothing

Being born is going blind
And buying down a thousand times
To echoes strung
On pure temptation

Sorrow and solitude
These are the precious things
And the only words
That are worth remembering