It ain’t the cold, dry wind
Whippin’ at my face.
No it ain’t the lonely echoes
Of my footsteps
Or even dem loomin’ mountains.

It could be dis dust
A-swirlin’ around me
Drownin’ me, slow and sweet.

Perhaps
Its dis feelin’ I gets
Standin’
On dis rocky mountain top
A-lookin’
Down on the barren land.

Perhaps
Dis feelin’
Reminds me of you,
Starin’ like a possum dead in the road,
When that there judge
Hit the woods and called yous right out,
GUILTY!

Dis feelin’ I gets
Of bein’ alone
Left out for Death
To come an’ swallow me whole;
I thinks I feels like yous probably do
Behind dem iron bars.

We’re a-lost
In east jess nowhere,
With only Death
And a couple cows
For friends.