I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this august heat
I took me a german bride
All empty and bloody inside

In the dark I heard a thief
He stole my money and my grief
In the morning I wanted to die
The doctor cut me the lawyer lied

Stop yer waiting and just go
Don't be saying what you don't know
For the lowlands I am bound
Where my pale bride will be found

• Bean Bowl
• County Orange
• Fine Leather Truck
• Gangsta Lean
• Ghosts of Hallelujah
• Grievin' Smokin'
• January 6
• Ladies Choice
• Lowlands
• My Time, Yer Time
• Pair of Goats
• Rugged Roses
• Son of Bum
• The Flat Baritone
• Up on High