Country Song

Well, pick up and giddy-up, sing the song of the western walk of trailblazers crossing the mountain rock
And if I head west, well, then I guess this is my sacrifice, my gift to myself
Along the way on these banks, i leave you, oh, i will leave you
Cause I’ve had enough of this life and love

And I could fill this river with blood and mistakes
Oh, I could fill this river with blood and mistakes
But there’s only so much men can take

Do you hear the walls and the floorboards singing sad songs? These songs are about you
And these are your songs and this is my voice, the voice I gave them to sing you these words
To remind you late at night, to think of all the things we'll never get to
Do together and it is my fault, I wanna blame you but it's not true
No, it's not true

And now I hear the walls and the floorboards singing sad songs, these songs are about me
And these are my songs and this is your voice, the voice you gave them the day you left me
But they don’t say much anymore, they just creak underneath my bare feet
And let out sad notes with the weight of my lean

I am alone, I am alone
I am alone, I am alone
And I could haunt this town for years to come
And nobody will dare to come around
Oh, I could haunt this town for years to come

They'll all say underneath their breath:
“Who could love a ghost like you?
Who could love a ghost like me?
Don’t believe a word he say, that fucker's no martyr
He’s better off dead
And I believe He got what he deserves
Oh, I believe he got what he deserves
Yes, I believe he got what he deserves
Yes, I believe he got what he deserves”