Lyrics
A Hundred Miles, by Dennis James
A hundred miles of railroad tracks in a pair of worn out boots
I’ve been there and back trying to find you
Up all night dusk til dawn
I’ve seen right and wrong
A hundred miles of railroad track in a pair of worn out boots
A hundred days of cloudless skies sweating right through my clothes
Sing the song of the corvidae while the road gives up her bones
One for sorrow and two for joy
On hallowed ground I raise my voice
A hundred days of cloudless skies sweating right through my clothes
Chorus:
Rattling bones and burning sage they won’t do no good at all
There comes a time to pay the wage for those of us who fall
I chased a sorrow down a gravel on my hands and knees
Found myself there all alone with nothing left to grieve
Shadows weeping in a mad ballet
They saw me coming and they danced away
Chasing sorrows down a gravel road bleeding on my hands and knees
Chorus:
Rattling bones and burning sage they won’t do no good at all
There comes a time to pay the wage for those of us who fall
Said a prayer to an afternoon moon to chase the devil away
He starved my soul and he fed my rage until all that remained
Were bloodshot eyes and trembling legs
Battered and broken hands
Holding nothing but the naked truth with no place to stand
A fevered night of fitful sleep lying next to your ghost
The song of you it strips me clean and burns these earthbound clothes
Let the night undress our sins
Sanctified we begin again
A fitful night of fevered sleep making love to your ghost
Chorus:
Rattling bones and burning sage they won’t do me no good at all
There comes a time to pay the wage for those of us who fall