Dobro Moan

Dobro Moan, dobro moan 

Resenation in my bones

Got no place to call my own

Hear the dobro moan

As a child my mama told me

the apple never falls far from the tree

learning the truth as I have grown

hear the dobro moan

I hear the train coming down the tracks

Abraham's copper, pennies flat

Kill the cans with the colt

Hear the dobro moan

Whiskey burning down my throat

Crystal crank and methadone 

Relations to vibrations tone

Hear the dobro moan

Church in the woods I found my place

Speaking in tongues and holding snakes

So Papa don't worry about my soul

Hear the dobro moan

I see my reflection and I must say

I look more like you everyday

Who knew a face could be so cold

Hear the dobro moan