Ken Tucker

Life is a battlefield And it'll drag you right through hell Bites like a rattlesnake The kind that you just don't see on the trail And I miss my father every day The kind of pain I pray don't fade away And the one

Guide me down the road Yeah, grief is only love

Steven Wilson Jr.

When the night, the night has come And all the land is dark And the moon is the only light you ever see No, I won't be afraid

Share a swing of tea Just as long as you Just as long as you Stand by me Won't you stand by me Won't you, won't you Stand by me Stand by me Won't you stand

I got a crack in my windshield, a crack in my skull.

I crack it on coffee and I love you all.

And it's good to be grateful, grateful.

Hell, one of these days I won't behave like I should.

Cause I got scratches from catches on all my rusty old latches.

I got rent that ain't spent yet hiding out in my mattress.

I got rides that won't heal.

I got scars that won't heal.

I'm a torn cigarette with book of matches.

My patches got patches.

He was named by my grandma, she got it from the Bible.

And he passed it on to me like granddaddy's rifle Raised me up like sweet corn created a disciple I fought it like hell, hell, he became a rival

I tried to be different.

Tried to go against the grain.

Didn't make no difference.