The Drifter (feat. Shooter Jennings) - Acoustic

I'm a dog, I'm a drifter
I don't even miss them at all
Stars align and they fall
Burn out and wait for last call

I'm a memory, your shadow
A distant and fleeting refrain
Lost in my dreams, in my shame
Yet a flicker of hope still remains

The saints, the sinners
The losers, the winners
It's all their fault
Let's get some more alcohol
And wash them away

Well, I'm smoke, I'm a moment
Will they even remember my name?
Take what's left, throw it into the flame
Let it rush through the streets in my veins

The saints, the sinners
The losers, the winners
It's all their fault
Let's get some more alcohol
And wash them away
Wash them away

In the heart of the night in the tatters (wash them away)
In the barrooms, inside of what matters (wash them away)
I guess I got what's coming to me
So I wash them away
Wash them away

The saints, the sinners
The losers, the winners
It's all my fault
Let's get some more alcohol
And wash them away

I'm a dog, I'm a drifter
I don't even miss them at all
Stars align and they fall
Burn out and wait for last call



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Aaron Smith
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