Lincoln Creek

Johnny and I, in 2009
Lived at his folk’s house for free
On the outskirts of town, 12 miles down
A house on Lincoln Creek
We called it the farm
From the broken down barn
Took wood and made fires in the stove
We got drunk, we got high
Drank spiced rum and wine
And lived like a couple of kids
In the pitch dark night
When I’d turn off the lights
Looked up at the phosphorescent starts
The future was bright as the lights in the sky
And just as far out of reach
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties
Is all they need
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain’t me
Johnny got married
To his ex-girlfriend's sister
And they popped out a couple of kids
I guess he found Jesus
You might not believe this
But sometimes I wish that I did
But I hit the road
For a decade of shows
Sleeping on the floors and beds
Dozens of strangers, none born in a manger
But holy none the less
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties
Is all they need
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain’t me
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
A tab and a couple of twenties
Is all they need
Somewhere, someone is singing for free
Thank god it ain’t me