Whiskey, Dust & Bones

My house is a suitcase and a jackknife bed
My future's a rumor that somebody spread
I traded my ring for a tank of miles
I sleep with the wolves and their hungry smiles

The preacher says grace like a gun to my head
The banker shakes hands like we're already dead
I learned two truths on a bad-luck road:
Whiskey runs quick and mercy runs cold


Whiskey dust and bones
That's what I'm made of that's what I own
If love is a fire I'm burned to the stones
Raise me a glass for whiskey dust and bones


I buried a brother by a mesquite tree
He said "Don't grieve long just ride for me"
So I ride where the blue turns black
Where the wind steals names and don't give 'em back


If you find my hat in a ghost town bar
Pin it to the wall like a busted star
Tell 'em I laughed when the dice rolled wrong
Then sang my sins in a midnight song


Whiskey dust and bones
That's what I'm made of that's what I own
If love is a fire I'm burned to the stones
Raise me a glass for whiskey dust and bones


When the daylight breaks like a brittle throne
You'll hear my spurs and a far-off moan
That ain't the windit's a man alone
Built from whiskey dust and bones