Lord, I can try to keep things
Easy; I can kick back and ride this wave
With my youth and a few soft landings, then maybe I can find my way
I know that with a guitar handy, I know that if I travel light
I could roll through Jackson on Sunday, Nashville by Monday night
Hold on to the words in the letter; hold on to my heartstrings too
If you can keep a grip on me, well I can keep a grip on you
I saw you in the morning paper, I heard you on the radio
Saw you running in the setting sun, 'till you settled in the afterglow
And hey momma I've been writhing,
Like a snake upon my pillow... my hand to God.
And hey momma I've been crying,
I haven't had a wink of sleep... my hand to God.
My eyes have grown weary and dim, my hunger and my thirst are gone
Though I strain like a beast to
Ease it, regardless; my heart lay lonely
Brought low like a wavering whisper, so cold and so uneven now
White as chalk,
So dry and so brittle, I'm as ragged as the road I roam
Believe me, these high plain evening lulls are like outer space
Funny how what's bitter in the belly was once so sweet to taste
Let out the hounds,
Let them seek me out, let them run until the day is done
You can lock a man away in a cage
But your chains can't restrain his love
And hey momma I've been writhing,
Like a snake upon my pillow... my hand to God.
And hey momma I've been crying,
I haven't had a wink of sleep... my hand to God.
When the tears are falling down like
Rain, when the hazy daylight hides his face
Please recall the trembling hands that wrote...
"I'm coming home, I'm coming home,
If there be love yet still for this rolling stone."
And hey momma I've been writhing,
Like a snake upon my pillow... my hand to God.
And hey momma I've been crying,
I haven't had a wink of sleep... my hand to God.