Matchstick Blues Lyrics

I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi

I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas

And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river

A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell

I said oh well

If I'm gonna lose

Drug abuse

Matchbook blues

Spark and smoke and flame

Got family round there and I know they kinda miss me

But I've been around seen some things they never saw

And tried hard fit this rounder in the square that you all sold hell

Sat down on an old stump a felt that I failed

I know I'd settle

For My slice of pie

In the by an by

But please don't lie

And tell me this spit is rain

Turns out it was hope, and waiting round that kills me

I've looked around a seen a world that wants to brawl

revolver stowed by my side and always prepped for trouble

never in the wrong ..Its the tolling of the bell

I can't quell

The urge to run

Follow the sun

Live by the gun

I might regret that one day

I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi

I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas

And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river

A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell

I said oh well

If I'm gonna lose

Drug abuse

Matchbook blues

Spark and smoke and flame