From the album Come Hell or High Water

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PJ Brunson: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Glen Alexander: Fiddle
David Childers: Harmonica
Donny Fletcher: Percussion
Tom Kuhn: Bass
Robert McClure: Lead acoustic guitar
Jim Brindle: Lyrics
PJ Brunson: Music

Lyrics

Come Hell or High Water

Open up an old wound
Pour in the salt
It don’t take no genius
To tell it’s my own fault
Wrote myself a letter
Just to lay the blame
It was returned to sender
Everything’s the same

I never knew my daddy
Till he was past his prime
Whole time I was growing up
He was doing time
My mother was no angel
So I’ve been told
She left me on the
courthouse steps
When I was six months old

Chorus

Now I’m down in a valley
And ice is getting thin
But come hell or high water
I’ll hit my peak again

I grew up an aimless child
Never knew a home
Traveled ’round this great land
Always alone
But then you found me
And you took me in
But I was just a bit too wild
And I hit the road again

Chorus

I saw you this morning
Back in this old town
I don’t think you noticed me
The rain was coming down
But I remember sunny skies
And walking by your side
Now I live in shades of gray
Never satisfied

Chorus

Open up an old wound
Pour in the salt
It don’t take no genius
To tell it’s my own fault
Sitting in this motel room
Remembering the scene
Even when I close my eyes
I see everything

Chorus

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