Dry County Dust

Chickens in the backyard

Preserves in mason jars

Dry county dust has got me feelin' kinda low

Cat's on the windowsill

I'm feelin' shaky still

Mamma's in the kitchen

Singin' sweet by and by

She can't quite hold the tune

She's dancin' round the room

I disappoint her

But she'll still carry on

Thank god forgiveness comes in so many shapes

I been travellin' in anger, tryna ditch the shakes

If you get high in Texarkana, can you still wake up in grace?

That's mamma in the kitchen, singin' sweet by and by

A fox got the chickens, y'all

Was too lit, I never heard 'em squall

There's one golden pullet left

She's the queen of the roost

Sittin on her compost pile

Lookin' out her one good eye

I'm tryna hold her, but she won't be held

She's my softy-girl

Too soft in an angry world

Oh fat flesh is slaughtered

And hollow wings will break

Thank god forgiveness comes in so many shapes

I been travellin' in anger, tryna ditch the shakes

If you go blind in Texarkana, you can still wake up in grace?

That's mamma in the kitchen, singin' sweet by and by

My mother's in the ground

All ancient wisdom now

Hope she's alright with this ugly brown dress

We sent the old girl on

With guitars and gospel songs

But there's things a microphone

Just can't pick up

Somethin' like quiet prayer

That comes from everywhere

Something like a loan

You know you never can pay back

Thank god forgiveness comes in so many shapes

I been travellin' in anger, tryna ditch the shakes

If you die in Texarkana, can you still wake up in grace?

That's mamma in the kitchen, singin' sweet by and by

That's mamma in the kitchen, singin' sweet by and by

Chickens in the backyard

Preserves in mason jars

Dry county dust has got me feelin' kinda low