Sober from Pagan Gravy by Earl Nelson & the Company

Well I ain't been sober, since I left that border town
Been ten years that I lost, ain't my time for turning 'round
I've been stranded out at sea, ain't my time for turning 'round
When the night gets cold, thunder warms my veins

No I ain't been lonely, since I walked off the earth
Spent ten nights in the frost, whatever that may be worth
I've been stranded out at sea, ain't my time for turning 'round
When my blood gets cold, morphine kills my pain

If I would've had you baby, in another time
If I would've made you girl, to be my bride
But I settled down, with a younger friend
In a cold dark house baby, wondering who I am
But I'm just a man, with a troubled mind
Hell hounds are on my trail, fixing me to die

Hell hounds are on my, Hell hounds are on my
Hell hounds are on my, Hell hounds are on my, on my trail

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