The shadow of the valley on a dark dusty trail,
Ahead is the desert, his past on his tail;
Psilocybin sunset's a gleam in his eye,
Is it time to change his name, or is it time to die?
Oh help him Lord, one more time,
This cat's had eight lives, he's on number nine.
The map on his face shows that he's been around,
From the salt of the earth, to the talk of the town;
He's got a taste for poison, a touch of evil, too,
He sold his soul for fool's gold and payment's past due.
Oh help him Lord, one more time,
This cat's had eight lives, he's on number nine.
He's a counterclockwise guy but the big fix is in,
Right from the get-go he was not meant to win;
But time takes time, and time takes it's toll,
The devil catches cold before he catches this soul.
Oh help him Lord, one more time,
This cat's had eight lives, he's on number nine.
He slips through the cracks without a trace or a sound,
Gets lost in the shuffle; a face in the crowd;
Disappear when the end is near, nowhere around,
Reappear when the coast is clear, new name and new town.
Oh help him Lord, one more time,
This cat's had eight lives, he's on number nine.
credits
from No Place Like Home,
released February 20, 2014
R. Higgins - Acoustic Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
5-Track - Lead Guitar
Jeff Bond - 12 String Guitar, Mouth Harp, Vocals
Fish Moody - Bass, Vocals
Erik Toups - Guitar Solo, Lap Steel Guitar, Ambient Guitar, Vibraslap
Matt Hanson - Drums
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