Revelation Blues - Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.
Written by：Kristian Matsson
I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down

Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
With my hands that never touched no ground

When your talent is in numbers

Of the many times you're gone

I could lie I don't care about forgiving

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

Oooh

Ooh

As I'm fencing up the hours
In the fields of red
While you think I'm on a loveless straight

In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
Explanations always written late

When your talent curse the framing

Of the crying you heard sung

I could lie I don't care about what's missing

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

Ooh

Ooh

When your train of thoughts is always passing here

With its falling paint and its broken gears
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path

And you know you won't be the last
Oh lord

Oh no

I was more than just a terror
I was crying too
But you showed me in the gusts between

That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
Has no meaning nor a ghost within

When your talent is in hiding

That your feeling is always wrong

And I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

Ooh

Always want to bring you something

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

Oooh

Ooh

Ooooh

Oh

Ooh