Lyrics

The Luck of the Draw

I figured it out some time ago
When the days go fast the nights go slow
If you hold the reins in when your horses want to go
Brother that's a hard row to hoe
I guess that's an easy thing to know
Now I let my horses choose the road

Now I'm sleeping in a bed of straw
I guess that's the luck of the draw
Tried to keep things simple
But I must have broke the law
I used a hatchen when I should have used a saw
You might call that a character flaw
Now I'm sleeping in a bed of straw

It's a long long way to Terre Haute
I feel like I've been rowing through a desert in a boat
I'm just trying to keep my hope afloat
but it's a long long way to Terre Haute

Listen to the whistle of the passing train
Listing to the drizzle on the window pane
When you're standing on the outside
These things don't sound the same
Like a memory you cannot stand to name
Or the echo of a simple sad refrain
Listen to the whistle of the passing train

It's a long long way to Terre Haute
I feel like I've been rowing through molasses in a boat
I'm just trying to keep my hope afloat
but it's a long long way to Terre Haute

Repeat first verse