Hell Ain't Far from Home

Sun's going down on a tired old stand

Pavement ends where the gravel lies

Neon flicker on a courthouse wall

Moonlight bleeding through the sycamores

Found it leaning in the back of the shed

Dig the hole where the pine roots twist

Cold creek water on my knuckles

Hell ain't far from home

Born where the fog hugs the timbers tight

Boot heal crackin' on a rotten floor