Bones

I walk down, to ole granddad’s grave Under that oak, out by the lake Written in stone, born in 45, died in 81, made it home alive from the Vietnam war There’s smoke rising up, from a Marlboro and a loaded gun Bloodshot eyes, whiskey bottle glass scattered in the grass still see his ghost walking through the land Ain’t no skeletons in his closet Ain’t a dollar buried in his pocket Don’t know much about him but from what I’m told Something in these bones, in the ground below Tell ya where I’m from, tell ya where I’ll go I can hear his voice, in the howling wind Truck still parked, just around the bend Covered in rust, daddy used to say he was a crazy train, he’s a lot like me running through my veins Ain’t no skeletons in his closet Got granny in a silver locket Worth more to me than a pile of gold Something in these bones, in the ground below Tell ya where I’m from, tell ya where I’ll go These bones, buried six feet under West Kentucky dirt it’s no damn wonder Got a lot to learn, plenty room to grow Into these bones, something I can’t ever leave behind, it’s running deep inside Of these bones, they make up every part of me The good, the bad, the dark, the light, the ugly Ain’t no skeletons (I am who I am) x6 These bones, in the ground below Tell ya where I’m from, tell ya where I’ll go These bones, buried six feet under West Kentucky dirt it’s no damn wonder Like an outlaw always running, hit ya southpaw if ya had it coming It’s running outta him and pouring into me Let his walking do the talking, had a six string always rocking He’s right here with me in every song Deep inside these bones, in the ground below This is where I’m from, and its where I’ll go I walk down to ole granddad’s grave And where I stand, is where I’ll lay