Path of the Coward - Blistered

Everyone considered him the coward of the county He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him yellow Something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison I looked after Tommy, 'cause he was my brother's son I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy "Son, my life is over, but yours has just begun" "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" There's someone for everyone, and Tommy's love was Becky In her arms, he didn't have to prove he was a man One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys came calling They took turns at Becky, n'there was three of them Tommy opened up the door, and saw his Becky crying The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand He reached above the fireplace, and took down his daddy's picture As the tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can Now, it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor When Tommy turned around they said, "hey look, old yeller's leaving" But you could've heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked the door Twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him He wasn't holding nothin' back, he let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom, not a Gatlin boy was standing He said, "this one's for Becky, as he watched the last one fall (And I heard him say) "I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek And papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man" Everyone considered him the coward of the county

Long roads through the raging days Walked the world upon my wary way Bestowed with the blade and phrase Far too long I've been a lonesome stray These lines upon my brow They beckon to me now I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on With strength in my stride I've followed the path so long I need a place where I belong at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Warm glow with a golden shine Come to rest under the virile vine Dark flow from the oldest shrines Blight and blood under the wealth and wine With black blood in my veins My silver sings again I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on It's hardened my hide I've followed the path so long The oldest pain is fading now at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Through trails of blood and wine Hunting one last time Hunting one last time These lines upon my brow They beckon to me now I've followed the path so long I've weathered this tide Through everything carried on With strength in my stride I've followed the path so long I need a place where I belong at last Oh At the end of the path I rest my weary feet At the end of the path In quiet comfort we'll meet Weary wolf at the end of war Loves aloof are apart no more (White skies still shimmer) Weary wolf at the end of war (Wild eyes still flicker) Loves aloof are apart no more