And I've seen them
Uncoiling of burnished years
And all the drunks upon the stairs

So bring him down from where he lay
And drag him round
He's got nothing to say

To his daughter
He's hard to trust
Turn rust to static and cloth to dust

And I'll be the pile of jealous bones
A house in parliament nobody knows
But me

Rain is coming down in pales
Bittersweet this coffin nails
You ask me what I desire
Words uncoiled like fencing wire

Oh father, with enlisted souls
From Little Arrow to San Antone
And oh your daughter
Is on her way from the county line

Rain is coming down in pales
Bittersweet this coffin nails
You ask me what'll I desire
Words uncoiled like fencing wire

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Writer(s): HIRSCH SCOTT EVAN, KIM JAMES U, TAYLOR MICHAEL CARRINGTON