Backslidin' Son
Well I hadn't heard a goodnight story in fifteen years
Since I said goodnight to my own dreams
On a bed full of tears
Reckon I called a bluff and it turned out to be a straight
Well I'm signin' off with a 10-4 to let 'em know I won't be around
I reserve the right to remain silent
Or to curse the ground
Either way, it stacks up against me and I'm dyin' in wait
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son is ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake
A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
Well I made my way up the ladder with fancy speech
Talked myself into an inner circle
Of folks who preach
Reckon I should've heeded my own damn words with deeds, yeah
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son is ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake
A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son, he's ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake, no
My smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
Since I said goodnight to my own dreams
On a bed full of tears
Reckon I called a bluff and it turned out to be a straight
Well I'm signin' off with a 10-4 to let 'em know I won't be around
I reserve the right to remain silent
Or to curse the ground
Either way, it stacks up against me and I'm dyin' in wait
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son is ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake
A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
Well I made my way up the ladder with fancy speech
Talked myself into an inner circle
Of folks who preach
Reckon I should've heeded my own damn words with deeds, yeah
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son is ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake
A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?
Your backslidin' son, he's ridin'
His old man's horse
And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake, no
My smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no
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