The Drifter

Get back up, remember your name. You're not the kid with the ten-gallon shame. Not quite found your infinite bliss. Just the smell of alcohol, blood and piss. All alone under the over - passing skies So heavy the load. Heart and soul is all I have today to give. And the indian paintbrush falls Beside the road nature calls. Hope these shoes can take the miles today I know there's bread ahead and a place to stay. All alone under the over - passing skies So heavy the load. Heart and soul is all I have today to give. What is goin' on? Is this the dusk, or the dawn? This suffering must end. I see a rainbow on up ahead. There's still some faith and hope in this hard, old head. And I'm not so alone under the over - passing skies So heavy the load. Heart and soul is what have today to give. To give