"Raising Cain" as written by and Gregory Alan Isakov....
Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own
Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own
Lord I couldn’t see the shadows all in me
I dreamed I was in brooklyn on my own

Now those demons had their face bright as gold
Those demons had their faces bright as gold
They came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back
Those demons had their faces bright as gold

So i’m sittin' by my lonesome in the light
I’m sittin' by my lonesome in the light
I don’t know what I see, that light plays tricks on me
I’m sittin' by my lonesome in the light

And I don't know what's ahead up comin' next
The wind shakes me feet, rattles my head
There’s no tellin' home, just a sign up all alone
Sayin' oh, oh elizabeth

And that season came in quiet with the rain
And loving you was just like raising cain
It was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories
Oh that season came in quiet with the rain

So i’m pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong
Oh i’m pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong
And there’s somethin' so familiar, like an old bedtime song
I’m pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong


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"Raising Cain" as written by Gregory Alan Isakov

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    General CommentThose last few lines may be "seeing Port Elizabeth" – that's a city in South Africa, the country where Gregory Alan Isakov was born.
    deadfinchon August 20, 2011   Link

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