I came in on a county road I don't need your welcome signs these days
When I hold you I can feel your bones But I don't recognize this unkind face
It used to hold me up I used to be your sound
I would call your bluff but I'm from out of town
And when I was a steel guitar I could cry on command
We'd throw our backs to the factory floor where that two-step with God is the philosophy of
The man
I may grow tender walking alone in the blue of evening through some garden fresh with flowers
After the benediction of the rain
To walk in my own way
Free with an eye to see things as they are
And then I see the shadow of my profile on the wall
If a man falls down in that small town Does he still make that high and lonesome sound
If no one's there in denim with the kind heart or the venom
Will it turn to reverb if he sees her slide
Slide
I came in on a county road
I came in on a county road