(hummmm) Woke to the screen door talking in the wind
Dust on the table,
same old coffee tin
Sun hit the sink like a hard-earned dime I been carrying yesterday
a long, long time
I keep rolling, slow fire in my chest
One more mile and I can call it rest
If the
road won't love me,
I'll still ride along
With a cracked-up
heart and a working song My brother said the hard way leaves
a mark
Truth is a lantern when the house goes dark
I learned to listen when the night sits still To the boards
and the glass and the far-off hill
Ain't looking for mercy
Ain't asking why
Just a little peace Before the morning light
I keep rolling, slow fire in my chest One more mile and
I can call it rest If
the road won't love me,
I'll still ride along
With a cracked-up heart and a working song
Keep on, keep on
Working song