Jericho Rose

(альбом: Taylor McCall - 2019)

This old boat shivers across the cold river beneath the trees
Floating like a pine just to waste my time in search for peace
Madison county where your arms never found me, why did I leave?
Blamed it on the cold even though I was told don't chase anything

At times I was wicked like a dog in the thicket bound to bite
Wagging my tail probably catching hell from from you tonight
My bones were made to travel the roads of ancient battles and red lights
Pedal to the metal cause the devil sings in treble out of spite

I see the chains that keep you tethered
Callused hands dance under pressure
Warmed by the fire now free like the ember
Along for the ride guided by your whisper

You can blame it on the bourbon, you can blame it on the hurting that got you down
Like a bandit in disguise taking back roads late at night out of town
Death was surely close like the stains from tobacco on his mouth
With his Jericho rose another chance and change of clothes he headed south

And I see the chains that keep you tethered
Callused hands dance under pressure
Warmed by the fire now free like the ember
Along for the ride guided by your whisper

And I see the chains that keep you tethered
Callused hands dance under pressure
Warmed by the fire now free like the ember
Along for the ride guided by your whisper