Years In The Making

Well I could take the glory

But I'll tell you the story about a man

Who was headed down the drain

Wallowing in misery

His own penitentiary

Built out of nothing but pain

With his hand on the gun

Told the devil, "I'm done," as he tossed in the keys

Let me tell y'all a secret

It's too good to keep it

Y'all that man was me

And it goes

You can hear it in the songs I sing

It's a desperate, aching thing

'Cause I've been down

I've been kicked around

I've been broken off and I'm still breaking

But like the bellow of a hound

In the bottoms I've found

This sound

Well it was years in the making

The days got long and the life piled on

And those demons didn't come cheap

So I laid there to die on them ole crossties

But no one came for me

So I stopped that train, nearly went insane

There in the dark alone

I said one last prayer

Watched in vanish in the air

And I heard that whistle moan

And it moaned like

And you can hear it in the songs I sing

It's a desperate, aching thing

'Cause I've been down

I've been kicked around

I've been broken off and I'm still breaking

But like the bellow of the hound

In the bottoms I've found

This sound

It was years in the making

Now when the jury bell rings and the black coal sings

And the dark cloud brings in a rain

When the sun ain't found in the midnight hour

Runs out of things to say, it goes

You can hear it in the songs I sing

It's a desperate, aching thing

'Cause I've been down, I've been kicked around

I've been broken off and I'm still breaking

But like the bellow of a hound

In the bottoms I've found

This sound

Like the bellow of a hound

In the bottoms I've found

This sound

Well it was years in the making