
Seventy-Nine-Four
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- country
- singer-songwriter
- acoustic
- outlaw country
- storytelling
- acoustic rock
- southern rock
- unplugged
Lyrics
Prologue
Sun coming up in Gibson County
Footprints in the morning dew
Wife’s voice calling through the kitchen window
Pie cooling and the whole town knew
She wore red on Sundays, boots by the back door
Wind tangled her hair in May
If I’d known the shape of sorrow
I’d have begged the night to stay
Crows on a fence row, warning on the breeze
Hounds singing out past dark
I carried that picture, faded at the edge
A story ending before it could start
Hmm
Hmm [Chorus]
Now they call me seventy-nine-four
Locked away inside this Michigan City cage
Seventy-nine-four
Spending twenty-five counts of misery on this cage
Verse 1
Stumbled through the sycamores
Felt the steel go cold inside my jacket sleeve
Waited by his farmhouse porch
Knowing I wouldn't leave
Chorus
Now they call me seventy-nine-four
Locked away inside this Michigan City cage
Seventy-nine-four
Spending twenty-five counts of misery on this cage
Verse 2
The jury had no sympathy
When I told them how she looked at the bottom of the well
Wiping off my heavy blade
Before the sirens began to swell
Bridge
State line ghosts
River water dreams
Iron bar reality
Wabash rising high tonight
Chorus
Now they call me seventy-nine-four
Locked away inside this Michigan City cage
Seventy-nine-four
Spending twenty-five counts of misery on this cage
Chorus
Seventy-nine-four
Locked away inside this Michigan City cage
Seventy-nine-four
Spending twenty-five counts of misery on this cage
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