Road dust blew
Rum did flow
For all the care
It did not show.
Soaked feathers
Flew down south
Knew the whole time
Not to go
To stop the tears
Went anyway
Ain't much to do
If she won't stay
So much easier before she showed
Loneliness
Murdered the crow
Such a stupid cliché
But I used it, man.
Try to stand up
Stand up
Don't get tired
Don't fall down
Buckle on me
Try to stand up.
Damn I knew we had it all
Only me who felt that way.
She bet the house
We lost the same
Bet on red
Bet on blame.
I could burn it down
Call the law
Leave it all
And feel like fall.
Do like Frank
Say fuck this place
Add more age on to my face
Stayin' drunk
Just keep it light
Stand up, stand up
Don't fall down
Dead in my hand
We still right here
Try to stand up.
Pour a glass and smoke a smoke
Cursed to live and cursed to hope.
Tell a tale of folks I knew
How we once drank with the stewbums.
We had guitars
We rocked the clubs
I miss the days when they knew my name
Often I wonder
Was it an even trade
Alabaster face
I wish I was true
I don't mess around
But am I with you?
I guess I gotta
Stand up
Tall
I will give you my hand
Because I love you
And I will stand up.
I will stand up.
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