An Invocation from Grief & Praise by The Whiskey Priest

Well I held my shoes on the black of the river bed
And I sold my rib and i dumped my head again
I raised the sea, it took all my courage then
Cos old friends might never come back again

And I buried my fire and I burned my hand away
I love your tail lights, I’d sail em any other day
But I signed a treaty, I don’t know why my friends are so far away
I woulda thought a win, long eyes singing again

Beams and rafters, hunger and laughter
Imma come after you
Beams and rafters, build me up backwards
Imma come after you
Beams and rafters, hunger and laughter
Imma come after you

So I washed your blood in the mud of the river bed
And I stole back my bones and I hit the road again
I could use one or two, a few more days with you my friend
Cos I’m ’m afraid you might never look back again
I’m afraid you might never look back again

• Americana
• Folk
• Indie Folk
• Austin