LINES
OF MY EARTH
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (upright bass), Tom Howard (piano),
Al
Perkins (pedal steel), John Mark Painter (muted trumpet, hurdy gurdy
The
lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die.
I need a drink,
but the well has run dry.
And we in the habit of saying the same things all
over again,
For the money we shall make.
This is the
last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I
just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me
otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.
It
should be our time. This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain.
The
harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry.
And they in the habit of saying
the same things all over again,
about the money we shall make.
This
is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because
I just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell
me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.
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