Danko / Manuel (Live)
Let the night air cool you off
Tilt your head back and try to cough
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw
Let the night air cool you off
I ain't living like I should
A little rest might do me good
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood
Now I ain't living like I should
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I can only hear it in my head
15 years ago we owned that road
Now it's rolling over us instead
Richard Manuel is dead
God forbid you call their bluff
Like the nightmares ain't enough
Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
God forbid you call their bluff
First they make you out to be
The only pirates on the sea
They say Danko might have been real proud of me
Is that the man I want to be?
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I could make it bigger overseas
15 years ago we owned that road
Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave
Something else you can't believe
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
Singin' where to reap and when to sow
When you've found another home you have to leave
Something else you can't believe
Something else you can't believe
Thank you so much
Thanks to our horn section over here
Mr. Chad Fisher on trombone
Rob Alley on the trumpet
Mr. Brad Guin on the saxophone
Good people
Tilt your head back and try to cough
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw
Let the night air cool you off
I ain't living like I should
A little rest might do me good
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood
Now I ain't living like I should
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I can only hear it in my head
15 years ago we owned that road
Now it's rolling over us instead
Richard Manuel is dead
God forbid you call their bluff
Like the nightmares ain't enough
Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
God forbid you call their bluff
First they make you out to be
The only pirates on the sea
They say Danko might have been real proud of me
Is that the man I want to be?
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I could make it bigger overseas
15 years ago we owned that road
Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave
Something else you can't believe
Can you hear that singing, sounds like gold?
Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
Singin' where to reap and when to sow
When you've found another home you have to leave
Something else you can't believe
Something else you can't believe
Thank you so much
Thanks to our horn section over here
Mr. Chad Fisher on trombone
Rob Alley on the trumpet
Mr. Brad Guin on the saxophone
Good people
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Isbell
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