Dry County Dust

Chickens in the backyard
Preserves in mason jars
Dry county dust has got me feelin' kinda low
Cats on the windowsill
I'm feeling shaky still
Mamas in the kitchen singing sweet by and by
Shes dancing 'round the room
She can't quite hold the tune
I disappoint her but she'll still carry on

And thank God forgiveness comes in so many shapes
I've been traveling in anger tryin to ditch the shakes
If you get high in Texarkana, can you still wake up in grace
I hear mom in the kitchen singing sweet by and by
A fox got the chickens y'all
Was too late I never heard em squall
There's onе golden pullet left
Shе's the queen of the roost
Sittin' on her compost pile
Lookin' out her one good eye
I'm tryin to 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 brittle wings will break

But thank God forgiveness comes in so many shapes
I've been traveling in anger tryin to ditch the shakes
If you go blind in Texarkana, can you still wake up in grace
I hear mom in the kitchen singing sweet by and by

My mothers in the ground
All ancient wisdom now
Hope she's alright with this ugly brown dress
We sent the alt girl on
With guitars and gospel songs
But there's things a microphone just can't pick up
Something like quiet prayer but it comes from everywhere
Something like a loan you know you never can pay back

But thank God forgiveness comes in so many shapes
I've been traveling in anger tryin to ditch the shakes
If you get die in Texarkana, you still wake up in grace
I hear mom in the kitchen singing sweet by and by
I hear mom in the kitchen singing sweet by and by
Chickens in the backyard
Preserves in mason jars
Dry county dust has got me feelin kinda low