Exile Rag - Kyle Craft

mountain road

Take me back to my honey

I spent my time made my money

Now carting this shit home

But i’ll keep your secrets here

Some shack in California

I’m shutting them out but gotta warn ya

Everybody knows

Cuz you’ve been out all night

Always talking at the wrong time

The barroom and the busted lamplight

Keep you company

And it’s there you speak her name

But give in to the lips of strangers

Poor boy you’ll never tame her

She knows your talk is cheap

And by the time that you go get her

By the time you that feel better

And by the time you realize the new you is a drag

She’ll be rolling in new love

And you’ll be rolling in the exile rag

So Shotgun Annie come

Look down your barrel at me

Take your time feel free to have me

Dying or alive

Cuz I couldn’t stand to walk

Wild streets of New York freezing

Looking for a love that pleasing

To walk into my life

And by the time that herr door’s closing

And you feel like your imposing

On that brand new boyfriend she has

She’ll be rolling in new love

And you’ll be swinging on the exile rag

The ghosts here ain’t so bad

But I swear she talks just like you

Shows her teeth and walks just like you

Through the middle of the night

Knee high boots and bells

She doesn’t turn round for me

Holds me close but then ignores me

Underneath the light

And by the time that her train’s parting

The her tragedy is restarting

And it’s you or the cash in a bag

She’ll be rolling in millions

And you’ll be singing on the exile rag

She’ll be rolling in new love