Harvest Chain
Chained, to that age old trade
Grow, that harvest grain
Dreaming, of that railroad track
Up and gone, no turning back
Sleep, brings no reprieve
Bad dreams, are taunting me
Try to Find, that sweet release
To relieve, that growing need
Dark mood arising, father chastising
Mother don't seem to care
Said son you better wise up, stop all the back talk
The burdens ours to share
Caught in a river, sweating that fever
Trying to find some leave
I ain't never seen a sight, that shine so bright
As that whisk-ey bour-bon gleam