With that old country death in my bones
With that old country death in my bones
I live here among the stones
With that old country death in my bones

With that old country death in my bones
With that old country death in my bones
With that old country death in my bones
I stand alone

Scott, some night you and I will be looking out over chicken wire
And that chicken wire will have two names on it
One of those names will be Kurt Bloch
And who knows what the other one will say?
And when the Lord unrolls that piece of paper
And he takes his fingers off the deck of the Titanic
And places them on the middle of the 45rpm record he's been enjoying
Because he can do more than one thing at once
Unlike most men
That Lord is multi-dexterous

Ah yeah

Oh with that old country death in my bones
With that old country death in my bones
I think of you
And all your zones
And all your tones
Not monotones
Oh yeah