Pennies

smooth smoke lay down low shine like diamonds in the snow conflicted potions you know are begged by many and many stole in a trash can town in Tennessee the pain in yous eyes is plain to see but your young soul is fresh and free you seen better days i think you'll agree but the pennies you give you shine you were always first in my line and your notes are rolled and slipped in your hip and on your cue tip for luck you spit when cheating at hold em you bite your lip but its always you who take the hit yours was a crash course for a life one to many bad men made a broken wife chained then broken by deals and bribes torn between lies and fools on the side not knowing that your chosen you bring back knock back make it frozen your held down by a forgien emotion keep it for now but its always growing then your tap ran dry your pocket spent deep your road is jammed but your on your feet, so don't you weep you sit by the fire sparks fly higher taking your life way past the wire but the pennies you give you shine you were always first in my line and your notes are rolled they are slipped in your hip and on your cue tip for luck you spit when cheating at poker you bite your lip but its always you who take the hit crackling fire guitar singing who knows only you what tomorrows bringing holding back from buying back your ring an keep yourself to yourself don't give em anything you follow a broken shallow voice not knowing its not a choice its almost an echo a distant noise a glimpse a void you destroyed but the pennies you give you shine you were always first in my line and your notes are rolled they are slipped in your hip and on your cue tip for luck you spit i beat you at poker when you bite your lip and its always you who take the hit