A Hundred Fathers

Now this new jack is hitting the old road going for broke
Wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope
Holding a smoke I lay back and enjoy the drag
I may be broke praise the fact that I employ the flag
Burners off freights make it hard to watch the road sometimes
Looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs
Soaked in wine, booze, smoke and wisdom
Now I’m in the right mood to hold the rhythm
Or hold some wholesome women
Pick up the old six string and write a song for Folsom Prison
But I never shot a man and I never been to Reno
Guess I’m better off the man with plans to pen it towards Toledo

[Hook] x2
There’s a bed under this monster
Who wears the heads of a hundred fathers
And lets the thunder kiss it’s water works
Nightstalker walkin' dead with other offers

[Verse 2]
My rudder's locked for the evening, ship still sailing
Crushing into docks while I’m sleeping
Don’t mock the meaning, and I won’t stop dreaming
While I’m off eating more then I can fit my mouth around
This sound has lost its leaning
Often feeding on its own young
So what’s the cost of fleeing if you don’t run?
Now no one is as beautiful
As the rainy season making love to a funeral
For the dead dreamers
And the slave drivers
This is Cecil Otter forever
Fever for the cave lifers
And the stage divers
And the cage fighters

[Bridge]
Like this oak sleeps in the acorn
That ghost sleeps in the newborn
I slit the throats to keep my cave warm
In hopes it keeps the true form somber

[Hook]
There’s a bed under this monster
Who wears the heads of a hundred fathers
And lets the thunder kiss it’s water works
Nightstalker walkin' dead with other offers

There’s a bed under this monster
Who wears the heads of a hundred fathers
And lets the thunder kiss it’s water works
Nightstalker walkin' dead

[Verse 3]
This house is haunted
It was built over buried axes
This couch I’m on it, still sober barely active
Carry caskets that some are calling dead weight
The rub, the fallin type eatin dough before the bread bakes
My head aches, and it pains me to medicate it
But until I learn to brave the road alone, I'll stay dedicated
If my bed is made with audience in mind
It'll most likely fight me off with the fist of time
I don’t miss the finer things in life anymore
Designer rings were just knives ready for the kill
Ready for the score
How many whore their skill?
How many warm their soul with the will of an author?

[Hook] x2
There’s a bed under this monster
Who wears the heads of a hundred fathers
And lets the thunder kiss it’s water works
Nightstalker walkin' dead with other offers

[Bridge]
Like this oak sleeps in the acorn
That ghost sleeps in the newborn
I slit the throats to keep my cave warm
In hopes it keeps the true form somber

Like this oak sleeps in the acorn
That ghost sleeps in the newborn
I slit the throats to keep my cave warm
In hopes it keeps the true form