I’ve got a crow on my shoulder
Playing the Devil’s advocate
He’s calling me a soldier
Telling me to follow him
Now since when do I march
To another mans beat?
I’d rather find a way
Through the unpredictable sea
Some may call me a hypocrite
Some may call me a saviour
Well I ain’t nothing but a working man
Finding his path like the others
Send you my death letter
Hold it for me
And i’ll pray that you make it out alive
I feel a storm front arising
He’s looking for a fight
So I grab a warm glass of bourbon
To carry me into the night
Now I hear the windows shuttering
The wind seeps through the cracks
There ain’t no hiding from a desperate man
When he’s got a wall to his back
Some may run and take shelter
Some may cower in the streets
No matter where you’re standing
You will be swallowed by the sea
Send you my death letter
Hold it for me
And i’ll pray that you make it out alive
credits
from The Old Salts,
released November 3, 2014
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Sydney Galbraith at Desert Fish Studios
Mastered by Jeff Wolpert
Written by James da Mota
Performed and Arranged by The Old Salts
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