Rust & Rhythm

(mmmmm-hmmmmm) Walking down the gravel path with mud on my shoes

Thinking 'bout the old life I had to lose

Just a pinebox guitar and a story to tell

Blowing sweet smoke down in the hollow well (yeah)

And the wind keeps on whistling through the trees

Bringing back all of those memories

Oh, take me back to the wooden floor

Where the dust settles by the kitchen door

Singing simple truth till the morning light

We don't need a fire to burn so bright

Two lanes, asphalt fading into dirt

Carrying the weight under this flannel shirt

Old man told me keep your head on straight

Don't let the city rust settle on your gate So I speak

my piece to the open sky

Watching grey clouds slowly drifting by

We run, we fall,

we stand On this cold clay land

(we stand)

Oh, take me back to the wooden floor

Where the dust settles by the kitchen door

Singing simple truth till the morning light

We don't need a fire to burn so bright

Just a simple truth

Till the morning light (ahhhh)