bad ritual, timber timbre. it's a bad, bad ritual, but it calms me down.
ten feet tall, the devil makes three. get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend.
gun in my hand, dorothy. why did love put a gun in my hand?
too old to die young, brother dege. too old to die young now, still the good lord might lay me down.
bilgewater, brown bird. in spite of all the wherewithal, to fight it all i will face it all.
waitin’ around to die, townes van zandt. sometimes i don't know where this dirty road is taking me, sometimes i don't even know the reason why.
bobby baby, lera lynn. your road was hard and long and straight up a hill.
danger and dread, brown bird. there's always someone being slaughtered by a bigger stack of splinters somewhere.
graveyard, the devil makes three. well that's me, just a-drinkin' off this bottle and a-driftin' out to sea.
nothin’, townes van zandt. i stood there like a block of stone, knowing all i had to know, and nothin' more, man, that's nothin'.
thin line, honey honey. so don't try and save me, i'll be just fine, i'm getting used to walking on a thin line.
it will come back, hozier. i know who i am when i'm alone.
through the valley, shawn james. my mind and my gun, they comfort me, because i know i'll kill my enemies when they come.
upward over the mountain, iron and wine. so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten, sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain.
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