| Song | The Stable Song |
| Artist | Gregory Alan Isakov |
| Album | Putumayo Presents: Acoustic Café |
| Remember when our songs were just like prayers. | |
| Like gospel hymns that you called in the air. | |
| Come down come down sweet reverence, | |
| Unto my simple house and ring... | |
| And ring | |
| Ring like silver, ring like gold | |
| Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio | |
| Ring like clear day wedding bells | |
| Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell... | |
| We’ll never tell | |
| Come to me clear and cold on some sea | |
| Watch the world spinning waves, like that machine | |
| Now I’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell | |
| I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell | |
| Now I’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table | |
| Well I drank and sang, and passed in the stable. | |
| That tall grass grows high and brown, | |
| Well I dragged you straight in the muddy ground | |
| And you sent me back to where I roam | |
| Well I cursed and I cried, but now i know... | |
| now I know | |
| And I ran back to that hollow again | |
| The moon was just a sliver back then | |
| And I ached for my heart like some tin man | |
| When it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang... | |
| oh it's ringing | |
| Ring like crazy, ring like hell | |
| Turn me back into that wild haired gale | |
| Ring like silver, ring like gold | |
| Turn these diamonds straight back into coal. |
| Remember when our songs were just like prayers. | |
| Like gospel hymns that you called in the air. | |
| Come down come down sweet reverence, | |
| Unto my simple house and ring... | |
| And ring | |
| Ring like silver, ring like gold | |
| Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio | |
| Ring like clear day wedding bells | |
| Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell... | |
| We' ll never tell | |
| Come to me clear and cold on some sea | |
| Watch the world spinning waves, like that machine | |
| Now I' ve been crazy couldn' t you tell | |
| I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell | |
| Now I' m covered up in straw, belly up on the table | |
| Well I drank and sang, and passed in the stable. | |
| That tall grass grows high and brown, | |
| Well I dragged you straight in the muddy ground | |
| And you sent me back to where I roam | |
| Well I cursed and I cried, but now i know... | |
| now I know | |
| And I ran back to that hollow again | |
| The moon was just a sliver back then | |
| And I ached for my heart like some tin man | |
| When it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang... | |
| oh it' s ringing | |
| Ring like crazy, ring like hell | |
| Turn me back into that wild haired gale | |
| Ring like silver, ring like gold | |
| Turn these diamonds straight back into coal. |