Darkness on the fenceposts And a whistle from a train Water in the corn rows And a window to the rain Count your miles from the lightning Lay your money down Count your blessings against the thunder Take the thorns out of your crown Well it's no more highway rolling No more sundown ride No more Carolina No more great divide The words to keep from dying There ain't a man can find But the words to keep on living Is what you left behind Songs on painted shadows Bleed on broken roads Paved from here to heaven With anything but gold And anything but simple It always was your kind From the straight and narrow running Along the straightest line Darkness on the fenceposts And a whistle from a train Water in the corn rows And a window to the rain Count your miles from the lightning Rest your tired eyes Count your blessings against the thunder Kiss the years goodbye