Hatchet

Well I hear the creek roar and thunder echo

Through our 1970s Indian home

Springtimes been mean worse than before

And a funnel cloud's hiding deep in the storm

Lightning strikes out strobes through the blinds

And the candle flame burning is barely alive

A spade breaks the clay as she closes on in

And this storm reminds me of a place that I've been

When the leaves start shaking and the sky is crying

And that black cloud above you just keeps you from flying

There's some old Indian ways that I've found

You gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Well 20 some years I've known good company

But I have seen quarrels I knew they would come to me

My conscious hangs heavy well it always has

And I can't go on living long as I feel this bad

And I've trudged through this life weight holding me down

The good Lords forgiveness is something I've found

And I think of the storm where we fumbled around

Just tryna get a hatchet into the ground

When the leaves start shaking and the sky is crying

And that black cloud above you just keeps you from flying

There's some old Indian ways that I've found

You gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground

When the leaves start shaking and the sky is crying

And that black cloud above you just keeps you from flying

There's some old Indian ways that I've found

You gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground

Gotta put a hatchet in the ground