Cotton and the Cane

I come from Arkansas roses

Hard times, broken noses

Backbeats, backseats, lucky charms, false alarms

End up all night, voices in the other room

Memos, prayers, and honeysuckle

White lightning, hurricanes

Cracked hands, thank-you-mans, driving rain, mud on the train

And breakdowns

And the poetry of the poor

My father was a sharecropper's son

Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain

The sacred songs my family sang

They're all that remain

Hmm-mm

I come from Nissan dealers, backstabbers, dirty dealers

Heroin, I'm locked out again, the side of the road

Tears of dust and goodbyes

Said I love you on the phone

Kind hearts and compromises

Slamming doors, cheap disguises

Cigarettes, ashtray fires, chin to the chest, we're doing our best

Hanging breakdowns

Yeah, and always wanting more

Father was a sharecropper's son

Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain

The sacred songs my family sang

They're all that remain, hmm-mm