Song | Truth Comes Out |
Artist | Corb Lund |
Album | Counterfeit Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The truth comes out as the fire burns low | |
it comes to light as only embers glow | |
the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night | |
the deadfall's gathered and the branches are cut | |
kindling crackles and the smoke curls up | |
the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn | |
chinook dies down as the dark descends | |
pine has burned, the ash has cleansed | |
the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent | |
connie says she's never seen the cougars so bold | |
they're comin in the yard and they're stealin young colts | |
they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose | |
the weather's been funny thirty years or so | |
the winters got warm, not as much snow | |
hear the big cats comin cuz there's nowhere left to go | |
you gotta look out for bear when you’re fishing on lee’s creek | |
they’ll come round the bend and they’ll make your knees weak | |
there’s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before | |
half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves | |
the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves | |
only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we're lucky | |
white man light a big fire, stay cold | |
the red man's warmer, but the old man's old | |
the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night | |
the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night |
The truth comes out as the fire burns low | |
it comes to light as only embers glow | |
the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night | |
the deadfall' s gathered and the branches are cut | |
kindling crackles and the smoke curls up | |
the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn | |
chinook dies down as the dark descends | |
pine has burned, the ash has cleansed | |
the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent | |
connie says she' s never seen the cougars so bold | |
they' re comin in the yard and they' re stealin young colts | |
they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose | |
the weather' s been funny thirty years or so | |
the winters got warm, not as much snow | |
hear the big cats comin cuz there' s nowhere left to go | |
you gotta look out for bear when you' re fishing on lee' s creek | |
they' ll come round the bend and they' ll make your knees weak | |
there' s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before | |
half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves | |
the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves | |
only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we' re lucky | |
white man light a big fire, stay cold | |
the red man' s warmer, but the old man' s old | |
the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night | |
the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night |
The truth comes out as the fire burns low | |
it comes to light as only embers glow | |
the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night | |
the deadfall' s gathered and the branches are cut | |
kindling crackles and the smoke curls up | |
the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn | |
chinook dies down as the dark descends | |
pine has burned, the ash has cleansed | |
the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent | |
connie says she' s never seen the cougars so bold | |
they' re comin in the yard and they' re stealin young colts | |
they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose | |
the weather' s been funny thirty years or so | |
the winters got warm, not as much snow | |
hear the big cats comin cuz there' s nowhere left to go | |
you gotta look out for bear when you' re fishing on lee' s creek | |
they' ll come round the bend and they' ll make your knees weak | |
there' s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before | |
half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves | |
the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves | |
only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we' re lucky | |
white man light a big fire, stay cold | |
the red man' s warmer, but the old man' s old | |
the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night | |
the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night |