The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
The Low Anthem
A dying dog can smell the rain
A weary horse can hide the pain
When the riverbeds dry just hold your tongue
Folks dig the lies they hang upon
Here in Nashville
Our best laid plans our patient dreams
Fell through our hands between the seams
When the riverbed's dry keep it all inside
Grow your hair and hide folks dig the lies