So I'm filling up my pockets,
With bottle caps and spent cigarettes,
The things I kept from the places,
That I ain't been to yet.
Oh, and Marie says that it's fleeting,
This hollow, empty feeling,
And I hope to God she's right.
So I'll ride out in the soft light,
That lends itself to the summertime,
Hang a rosary from the rear view,
For those I left behind.
Oh, but there ain't a drink that I ain't drunk,
And there ain't a lot that I ain't done,
And I doubt that I'll miss much.
So tell the woman who broke me that it ain't at all her fault.
Tell the woman who made me that I loved with all my heart.
Tell the man who rescued me I fought the good fight.
And tell them people who love me not to,
Tell 'em not to weep for me tonight.
credits
from Palo Santo,
track released March 14, 2014
Zachary Zimmerman, Drew Switzer, Chester Carmer
Saw this guy playing solo, supporting Justin Townes Earle in a pokey pub in downtown Adelaide, & doing most of the songs from this EP. It was a killer set, this guy is a great talent. ian green