I was born in the crosshairs
Of a fire underground
I want to dig out all the rest
Of the lonely city lights to tell

You want a chance as a cheater
You want to move to a mountain town
You want to leave those streets alone
Let them fall to the plants and animals

Let them lay in their own light
Let them fall in the bloodlines
Let them run in the wreckage
Follow the night wolves

I was born in a small town
With denim on my back
This fire ran in streets in along
On the highway 61

My mother was a dancer
My father underground
Harvesting the coal and the life
Beneath this bloodless town

Let them lay in their own light
Let them fall in the bloodlines
Let them run in the wreckage
Follow the night wolves

If all is wrong, let me rest
With the blood and bones from below
If all is wrong, let me rest
Allow me to solemnly flee


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