Steve Earle - Red is the Color lyrics
[Steve Earle - Red is the Color lyrics]
Old man leaning like he's pulling a plow
Neck bowed, bending like a willow bough
Red sky the color of the end of time
Bleeds dry running down the center line
Wise guy pretends he doesn't see the signs
Bad news everybody talking about
Short fuse half an inch from burning out
All used up beyond a reasonable doubt
Make way for his majesty, the prodigal king
Still taste the poison when
You're kissing the ring
Don't say he never gave you anything
Deep breath, the calm before the storm begins
Cold sweat say you ain't listening
Don't bet on getting by with that again
Short ride from here to
Where the beast resides
Fine line that separates the shadows inside
Make mine a double shot of cyanide