Folk Law

Woke up in yesterday's suit
With the rain and the sand and the mud on his boots
Coffee on the drive, Salt on her skin
Dry flowers next to a bottle of gin

And the night, brings the rain
Been driving hard to reach those verdant plains
With the rise, and the fall
He’s still holding on; He’s still standing tall

Roll out of the cold and dry lands
With the sun, and the heat, and the rolling desert sands
There’s a fire in her eyes, a thirst left inside
And she’s taking you along for the ride

And the night, brings the rain
Been driving hard to reach those verdant plains
With the rise, and the fall
He’s still holding on; He’s still standing tall

And the night, brings the rain
Been driving hard to reach those verdant plains
With the rise, and the fall
He’s still holding on; He’s still standing tall

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