To The Nines
Well, the rain & the wind...they are at it again
Quarreling lovers...better run for cover
Rivers will rise...and to no one's surprise
You're gonna get baptized...one way or another
Chorus:
Honey, you dress up to the 9's
And we'll have us a look around
And the moonlight'll take us
To the farthest edge of town
You gotta trust somebody...so it might as well be me
I surrendered my badge and guns...& the cards up my sleeve
Got a lil' too far ahead of myself...and way behind on dues
I ran outta stars...to hitch my wagon to
Now you can taste the cup of bitterness and drain the cup of grief
You can find that place where wonders never cease
There's gold in every story...the power & the glory
Last words to be employed...