And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone) And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone) I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind Refusing to heed the yield I penetrate the force fields in the blind They say I'll adjust,

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas, With Waylon and Willie and the boys. Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys. An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain", Out in Luckenbach, Texas, Ain't nobody feeling no pain. Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

They came riding at first light Fifty men armed to the teeth The sounding horn called us out to fight We went to meet them in the fields Outnumbered yet we fought But soon we were overrun We took refuge in our home Our downfall had just begun They

I fear it, you're after the feeling And I am all alone Hold to call the feeling senile They unwrap the more Going out the dusty roads We are caught and see it There's a reason after all For the fields that I have gone

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love I could walk out, but I won’t In my mind I am in your arms I wish someone would take my place Can’t face heaven all heavenfaced She’s a griever, my believer It’s not a fever, it’s a freezer I believe

All you people you got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro I was gathering the crops across the fields What happened to me baby, you won’t believe I was picking up

I, I could light it up for you We can light it up Acting like your favorite drug, raise a cup Like a stone you watch it fall And let it roll out over the fields You take your time and watch it crawl Like you're the big shot symphony But oh what would you

Mountain climbing (mountain climbing) Chance is you'll find me Pounding my hammer Done my fair share of Whoa, it's troubles, I've got 'em Out in the fields Whoa, it's blues at the bottom On the stone and steel Whoa, blues at the bottom