Hayden's Lament from Glory by LOST DOG street band

The open road with a heavy load is a good place to begin
Treat you like a jagged knife on a newborn’s skin
Keep composed ‘cause no one knows the kind of mess you’re in
Are you sure the hurt will cure your penchant for the sin

Chorus:

I’m wide awake I’m pumping blood
I cursed my cards into doves
And filled my wounds with salt and mud
Because you’re getting dead or getting tough

A king is crowned for the underground with every dawns ascent
You must choose the type of muse you’d force upon a friend
Coming down off every town is an awful way to live
You can’t use your O.D. blues to straighten out your bends

Chorus

• Country
• dark
• fingerstyle
• singer-songwriter
• Kentucky