Goodbye My Son - The Good Luck Thrift Store Outfit

It's been cold, it's been a real hard winter Don't know which one's a real goodbye It's been cold, it's been a real hard winter Don't know which one's a real goodbye Some our teary eyed, and sometimes There's know emotion at all It's been cold, it's been a real rough winter Don't know which one's a real goodbye It's been cold, it's been a real hard winter Don't know which one's a real goodbye Mmmm, You won't find my poems for years to come I hid them everywhere, in every room But I told you once, Oh lady light I told you twice and died It's been cold, and a lonely winter Don't know which one's a real goodbye It's been cold, been a real hard winter I know this was a real goodbye Goodbye Good

I woke up this morning and wanted to throw myself away Tried to sell my soul but it turns out it just ain't worth much these days The sun cut through the curtains and awoke me from a sleep My dreams cut through the daytime and the sour through the sweet And the papers came and said today would be like every other day And I just could not go back home this way Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase Not a nickel on my name With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes Just waiting on a train The old man over my shoulder says you'll have to find another way I fear To run from all your blues boy There ain't no train that comes through here The old man looks like Jesus, says I get that all the time But if I were I'd leave the coast and throw away my cardboard sign He said I looked like an old friend he'd lost somewhere down the line And that if I were his friend and if he were the Lord he'd turn the ocean into wine He said I had a family down in New Orleans that just lived beyond my means I thought I'd just go out and find my scene Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase Not a nickel on my name With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes Just waiting on a train You can watch the sun chase off the moon A million times I fear Before you run from all your blues boy Ain't no train been through in years Amazing grace, no matter just how sweet the sound may be Might save a wretch but not the chronically unsatisfied like me When my suitcase washes up to shore You might find what I was looking for But I don't need it anymore I don't need this anymore I was sitting on a thrift store suitcase Not a nickel on my name With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes Just waiting on a train Old man says you oughta go back home boy Before we both catch our death out here I know that'll be the day I catch the only train that comes through here He said go home. all these days turn in to years Listen to an old man who knows that you can't get back home from here