A Free, Roving Mind

I'm a late bloomer

Nothing to fall back on

She's done gone with the roses

And I ain't got no kinda home

The sliver mist hangs like wet smoke

Draped across the burning moon

And I don't need no reason

To pen a sad and lonesome tune

We've got ballads sliding out our shirt sleeves

For a soft place to dream, we'll sing you two or three

Below the fall line

They still eat fire

It's in our nature to build empires

That's what I've found

That's what we're bound to

What we're bound to

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It's door deals and spider bites

Pulled-pork plates and calamine

Barreling through a phantom swamp

Concerned not with out design

Louisiana through Arkansas

What I wouldn't do for a cold beer?

Cane breaks and speed traps

I miss my boys something fierce

We've got ballads sliding out our shirt sleeves

For a soft place to dream, we'll sing you two or three

Below the fall line

They still eat fire

It's in our nature to build empires

That's what I've found

That's what we're bound to

What we're bound to

Below the fall line

They still eat fire

It's in our nature to build empires

That's what I've found

That's what were bound to

What were bound to