Dead folk singer

from Hard Luck by WIld Fitz

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lyrics

The desert sky cried out your name
with drops that felt like whiskey
into the throat of a young man's hope
he's picking away at his dignity
and the scars and guitars
in those dark smokey bars
were all the friends you'd need
you're the king of of hearts
throwing down them cards
with nothing to lose save misery

Flesh and wine and old folk songs
you bled them till they died
like three crosses along the lost highway
your three true friends lay
sometimes its hard to rise in the morn
when you don't have much to live for
save an old dusty tune
that sticks to you
like an old woman's scorn

Dead folk singer I'm a lot like you
and I've even shared in your pain
and solitude of the 12 bar blues
the six stringed sealed fate

And they don't understand
but they like to listen to the song
when the devil walks alone
you wouldn't stand a chance