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In the fall of that year I was limping around, unbrothered, 
with an appetite for booze and blood
And a cold wind rattling the busted shutters of my heart

I was living in the city, I was living how I wanted, 
but I wasn't having any fun
So when I heard that county line calling my name I settled up

In the shadow of the graveyard pine, by the property line,
where my people put their ashes down,
I found old jack dog just dragging his chains around
he wasn't restored, he wasn't revived
The suffering was in his eyes
He was as bruised and busted up as the day he died

He said: "boy, this death is an empty house.
sometime I think I hear you calling out my name,
and, even now, 
I look for you in every room
I follow every sound,
but I'm just wandering around an empty house"

I longed to put my arms around him
I wanted to put my arms around him one last time
I wanted to lay our bodies out in the tall grass
And wake, reborn, to the wilderness

I just wanted to hold you one last time
Jesus Christ. I want to hold you one last time

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from Mid​-​Atlantic Ruins, released March 25, 2020

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