- Got a cigarette sunrise hangin’ off the edge of dawn,
And the night’s still hummin’ like it never quite moved on.
I keep my heart in the pocket of a jacket long gone,
But the rhythm in my bones keeps draggin’ me along.
- There’s a tremble in the timber where the truth once lay,
And a bottle on the table with somethin’ left to say.
I ain’t lookin’ for redemption, just a place to stay,
Where the blues don’t bite so hard at the end of the day. - Got a six‑string memory with a cracked‑up grin,
Every scar on my knuckles is a place I’ve been.
I don’t bargain with the devil — he’s my next of kin,
And we laugh about the trouble when the shadows settle in. - There’s a ghost in the doorway wearin’ yesterday’s smile,
And he follows me around like he’s been here a while.
But I walk my crooked road in my own ragged style,
With a heartbeat made of gravel and a soul gone wild.
September 