[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jason Isbell[00:18.450]I had it with me everywhere I've been[00:23.320]Red clay under my nails, deep crimson on my skin[00:28.120]You could strip me of everything I own[00:32.920]And just leave me with the memories of my Alabama home[00:37.530]I guess the highway didn't kill me after all[00:42.320]Well, I thought I was a goner in that trailer fire in Arkansas[00:47.190]But I just let it burn and walked away[00:51.750]And crawled back to the crimson and the clay[01:02.420]I got a little bolt action for my 9th birthday[01:07.660]And I can flip a silver dollar from a hundred yards away[01:12.070]1911 under my floor mat[01:16.880]Then one day it just occurred to me, I got no use for that[01:21.690]Guess the city didn't kill me after all[01:26.250]The thing that nearly took me out was loneliness and alcohol[01:31.030]And I just put it down and walked away[01:35.450]And crawled back to the crimson and the clay[01:47.800]See the moon in the mornin', I anticipate the night[01:57.010]Licked the spoon in the kitchen, we prayed to Martha White[02:06.050]Little noose in a locker, brown eyes cryin' in the hall[02:14.860]Rebel flags on the highway, wooden crosses on the wall[02:25.130]Guess the small town didn't suit me after all[02:29.690]There's still so many lonely kids surrounded by the rest of y'all[02:34.500]And I can't seem to keep myself away[02:38.710]So I head back to the crimson and the clay