Ballad of the Crimson Kings

There's this band, called the Crimson Kings
Come from a-Carolina, Tennessee
Make a stand, across wild strings
Old dreadnoughts and drop-down D's
Our roots run deep, through the tough
As true to life in some ways as mandolin
We don't flinch, oh, we don't bluff
For our hearts have been kissed by every wind

There are some who can arise above my fate
Others just can't seem to pray
Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write
They a-sparkle and a-fade away

Now, we'll run, we're the reckless kind
But we have not turned our backs on the saviour choir
See each life, all center twined
'Cause we've come together for the wheels on fire
Now some don't know, that they are blessed
Perhaps this is what gives us our means
Well I might be wrong, oh, never the less
Sweet mother of pearl say a prayer for a Crimson King

There are some who can arise above my fate
Others just can't seem to pray
Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write
They a-sparkle and a-fade away
Sparkle and a-fade away
Sparkle and fade away