The houses on the hill that I live
They seem so sad
They used to seem so sad
The bricks and boards were off
Hardwood floors and
Shingled roofs above
Were they not loved
While salt and pepper hair
Crowned the heads of unwed mothers
And tobacco turned
To ember in their eyes
I'd summon words of worth
To fill their bodies up with purpose
And to pick the fruit
Before it withered on the vine
Far before its time
By and by we all are shackled
Caged by county lines
Wired, blood drunk
And born into the fight
By and by we are no easy prey
Or creatures prone to flight
By and by on a
Monroe County night
The boys up on the hill that I live
All walked away
Or they slipped away
Their armor turned to rust
Backlit by a fading star at dusk
They're just shadows
Dancing in the dust
While salt and pepper hair
Flatters girls that we grew up with
And they smile with all their
Bright and steely eyes
I am conjuring a man
Full of worth
And strength of purpose
I feel like a creep delivering a line
Like I've done so many times
By and by we all are shackled
Caged by county lines
Wired, blood drunk
And born into the fight
By and by we are no easy prey
Or creatures prone to flight
By and by on a
Monroe County night
By and by we all are shackled
Creatures born to fly
By and by we let go of that life
By and by on a
Monroe County night