From the recording New American Dream

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Lyrics

Mark my words gonna find a way
To a better place, to an early grave
If i keep this up I'm gonna go on down
Inside a wooden box under the cold cold ground

I get my rest in the morning light
I pay my dues nearly every night
The money comes with a stiff backhand
I'll take another shot, give me another man

See i don't got a thing here to hold on to
The man I loved, he never made it through
They said the air got thin, they said his knees got weak
They said he ain't coming up because he's fast asleep

Mark my words gonna find a way
To a better place, to an early grave
If i keep this up I'm gonna go on down
Inside a wooden box under the cold cold ground

There's this girl Tilly tells me don't dismay
It'll start to numb, should be any day
If it makes you burn girl it'll make you sweat
But when it starts to rain hell, you're already wet

If it gets to be too much take this needle and spoon
When the men come down it makes them taste like June
When they're finished spilling blood in the streets
they like their women bruised, they like their whiskey neat

Mark my words gonna find a way
To a better place, to an early grave
If i keep this up I'm gonna go on down
Inside a wooden box under the cold cold ground

Well I made my bed and now I'm gonna lie
Down and take what I got coming ain't no reason to cry
It was the dead of night when i came to accept
All the things I done are all things I regret

And I been saving this here scarlet dress
Ain't no saving my soul, Lord it's a mess
But I can take to this mountain for to live in the sky
I can take this fall for to learn how to fly

Mark my words gonna find a way
To a better place, to an early grave
If i keep this up I'm gonna go on down
Inside a wooden box under the cold cold ground