Lester Raww and The Pine Box Boys

Lester Raww and The Pine Box Boys

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Country - Alternative | San Francisco, California, United States
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Member Since: 2005
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Song Description

A final warning to a friend wasting away.

Lyrics

You look weary, my friend,
Just bones and skin,
Like a fence post strung with barbed wire.

I can tell by your smile,
Which shows every mile,
That even the wind feels like fire.

And the trees are all dry,
Where you once rested by,
Leaves you feeling a little betrayed.

But my branches are long, and my trunk is strong,
And I invite you to rest in my shade.

It ain't nothin' but pride,
That keeps you outside,
But you insist that's just your way.

But one thing you learned,
Is that sunlight burns
Worse at the end of the day.

With rivers of sweat,
You made good your debts,
But you still ain't convinced that you've paid.

And when you stand on your toes, you scare all the crows,
But you still haven't scared me away.

I've seen all the ghosts
That make you their host,
Like a house left to stand on a hill.

The ghosts do their best,
There ain't no time to rest,
When there's still one left to kill.

And if you search in the dark.
You'll find three stones to mark
Those that are cold as the clay:

One for the haints, and one for the spirits,
And one for the friends passed away.

Song Length
4:02
Genres
Country - Alternative, Country - Contemporary
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Poignant, Moving

Subject Matter
Worry, Failure

Similar Artists
Willie Nelson, Garth Brooks
Language
English
Era
1950 - 1959

Lyric Credits Lester Raww
Music Credits Lester Raww
Producer Credits Clay Hawkins
Publisher Credits Knights Of The Green Shield Music(BMI)
Performance Credits The Pine Box Boys
Label Credits Trash Fish Entertainment Corp.