The Dead Don't Die - Sturgill Simpson

Gone cast away in time Evil yours, now evil mine So I robbed you blind The voices in my head could jest a less than peaceful side The endless possibilities controlling 935 You can't break me Crushed the fears of yesterday You can't change me Barriers our trust will fade I've stood in the dark Been waiting all this time While we damn the dead I'm trying to survive I'm not ready to die Damned, watch the masses fall Burn it down, control 'em all Make me crawl To daddy's little girl to read the writings on the wall While cast into the nothingness the final curtain call You can't break me Crushed the fears of yesterday You can't change me Barriers our trust will fade I've stood in the dark Been waiting all this time While we damn the dead I'm trying to survive I'm not ready to die Through the madness we find loyalty is no match for power Save your body or lie Left to rot in your darkest hour Friends won't help you now as long as your mine You can't break me Crushed the fears of yesterday You can't change me Barriers our trust will fade I've stood in the dark Been waiting all this time While we damn the dead I'm trying to survive And I'll control the world one person at a time As I damn the dead I'm trying to survive I'm not ready to die Oh! I'm not ready to die I'm not ready to die! I'm not ready to die! I'm not ready to die!

(One, two, three) On my way to work, I noticed that I passed a cemetery, oh, Lord, I held my breath Dead they don't come back, dead they don't come back Dead they don't, the dead they don't, dead they don't come back And on my way to school, I passed that old graveyard Life is mighty lonely and life is mighty hard Dead they don't wake up, dead they don't wake up Dead they don't, the dead they don't, dead they don't wake up Oh, I'm in my own ride Measure the distance in time I can see your teardrops behind that black, black veil Made me hope for heaven and it made me scared for hell Dead they all will sleep, dead they all will sleep Dead they all, the dead they all, the dead they all will sleep And then from time to time, I think about my grave When I'm gonna have one and what's it gonna say It feels good to rest, it's been a long, long day It's been a long, it's been a long, it's been a long, long day Oh, I'm in my own ride Measure the distance in time And as sure as I was born I will die And on my way back home, stopped at your tombstone Said a prayer for you, I was tired and alone Said, "Lord, I miss my friend who's underneath my feet May her soul, oh, may her soul, oh, may her soul rest in peace"

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore