Mission Bell from Scars by Den Hanrahan

I'm broke, I got no shoes. I got a fever I just can't lose.
I'm tired, I got no bed and I'm sleeping with thes demons in my head.

I wet but the river runs dry. There's not even one rain cloud in the sky.
I'm bored, I got no work. Can't even smile but I can surely smirk.

Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell.
All these shadows on the walls then the ringing of the mission bell.
The ringing of the mission bell.

I drive, but I cant move on. The wheels are turning but it's feeling wrong.
I'm hard as nails and as soft as clouds, I turn it down but its still too loud.

Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell.
All these shadows on the walls then the ringinof the mission bell.
The ringing of the mission bell.

Working fire, on the wire, big bright eyes, that are far too wise.
On the go, never slow.
Shifting sand and your prying hands, best laid plans, if you can.
What my prize? Oversize.

Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell.
All these shadows on the walls then the ringinof the mission bell.
The ringing of the mission bell.

• Country
• americana roots rock alt-country
• bluegrass
• country folk
• old timey
• rolling stones
• Wanniassa