Going to the place I heard the grass is always green
The smell of pine trees blows in the air
Because I found a job as foreman on the railroad to the sea
And I will write you letters when I get there
The wheels are grinding slow to screeching halts along the way
The riches in your dreams will drive you mad
Dealings with the devils on your back is not part of your pay
Could it get that bad?
There is no American dream
Like a busted engine that never picked up steam
This is no kind of living
So let's swim below the undertow we're caught in
Years and ghosts pick partners for a waltz of memories
The whiskey left him broke without a care
Because they laid his body in the snow under the willow tree
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released March 27, 2014
All songs written, recorded, mixed, and produced by
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