Toadvine - Ben Nichols, Benjamin Nichols

I rode myself into the ground

But hell, it’s almost over now

I don’t see nothing but the light

Darkness filled my days

The rising sun has shown the way

And I don’t see nothing but the light

A preacher’s lesson, simply armageddon

The devil, he knows how to write

Killer of men, no way to save them

Hey now we all have to die

You wouldn’t think that out here

A man could simply run clear

Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light

They took my ears in Omaha

I thought me dead but I weren’t at all

And I left them bleeding in the mud

They ran in me for horse thievery

Between my eyes for all to see

And I left them bleeding in the mud

When this wall was made

It was never meant to save everyone in kind

I don’t believe God much had me, had me much in mind

You wouldn’t think that out here

A man could simply run clear

Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, there’s nothing but the light

So tell the barkeep, «What is there to drink?»

Just a minimal risk of blindness or death

It all taste of ashes, seems that’s always what we get

It’s all they have to give

You wouldn’t think that out here

A man could simply run clear

Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my,

Nothing but the light