Lyrics

She lived alone beneath the railroad trestle in an old converted barn
candles stuck on the windowsill that flicker when it storms
now the crows in the corn are acting up
she's not a youngster anymore
down Old Rustburg Road.

She told her Jesus she'd be gone tomorrow
before the light was gone
been kicked around like an old porch swing f
for years that were too long
now that something's broken, something's born she heard disciples to her call
down Old Rustburg Road.

She'd been grwoing old with the same old story it's so hard to keep alive
what sparkled then and drove her
down Old Rustburg Road.

Nothing so cold as the stone in autumn at the bottom of the hill
preachers gathered to reflect the news and rest where she lay still
ah, she pushed away what she could have saved, neighbors say what they will
down Old Rustburg Road.