I’ll see you out, on that old hanging line, You will know me by the long red strands that cover up the white, Don’t want to let them see me, or they might not recognize, That dirty laundry hanging in your yard
I took that same old trip, 24 from 93 So when you come on back from overseas, don’t bring me anything, Well, you brought me back a fossil and all that flint had turned to stone, You said you’d let it die and then you’d bury up the bones when I’ve gone home
Don’t ring me out You wouldn’t hang me out before the rain now would you? If I pay for this in gold, would you stay? We made a promise. A promise is worth nothing. It’s but a word And I burned those words onto the ground like ashes to the dirt. Don’t ring me out.
You hopped the soonest flight to Boston from Wyoming, When you arrived I cried “I’m Sorry. You know me when I’m weak.” Well, I do believe your pain was real and although you’ve done the same, You put your fist into my pillow and we let me take the blame.
Don’t ring me out You wouldn’t hang me out before the rain now would you? If I pay for this in gold, would you stay? We made a promise. A promise is worth nothing. It’s but a word And I burned those words onto the ground like ashes to the dirt. Don’t ring me out.
Don’t ring me out You wouldn’t hang me out before the rain now would you? If I pay for this in gold, would you stay? We made a promise. A promise is worth nothing. It’s but a word And I burned those words onto the ground like ashes to the dirt. Don’t ring me out.
Don’t ring me out You wouldn’t hang me out before the rain now would you? If I pay for this in gold, would you stay? We made a promise. A promise is worth nothing. It’s but a word And I burned those words onto the ground like ashes to the dirt. Don’t ring me out.