If I were still a drunkard
this would be my drinking song
If I relapse was I ever saved?
Hope that is visible
is not hope at all
If I weren't a saint this would be my grave.
and I went on down to Georgia
with no notion of what I'd find
I found God and a hand to hold
I was on my way to New York
with no plan and a promised bride
scarred to death of what remained untold.
Stars seem like a hell of a
place to rest your fate
I'll take my chances with a mustard grain
yea we all got demons
mine I've known since an early age
Pay them no mind don't let them have their way
and I went on down to Georgia
with no notion of what I'd find
I found God and a hand to hold
I was on my way to New York
with no plans and a spotless bride
scarred to death of what remained untold
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019