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  1. Landlord

From the recording No One Is Listening

Lyrics

I rode into town like a son of a bitch
No notches on my belt just yet
Hung my flag and I shook off the dust
I sang some gospel to my bad, bad luck
And it's alright, it's alright

I burned love letters while Mississippi laughed
Cross some waters and you can never go back
Thankful to be born with no particular plan
No time machine would help me understand

One more landlord
Drinking in vacancy
Running onward
No song to sing my head to sleep
No rest for my feet

I poured old whiskey on some smoldering ash
Put on a wig and fake mustache
The smoke was rising like a jury with their facts
I had to keep on moving, keep the devil at my back
I'll be okay, I'll be okay

Too much dynamite made a goddamn hole
Best to kill your youth and try to save your soul
Packed a grain of salt into a black suitcase
I cut my roots and cracked a whip with all my faith

One more landlord
Drinking in vacancy
Running onward
No song to sing my head to sleep
No rest for my feet