Years in the Making

Well, I could take the glory
But I'll tell y'all the story about a man
Who was headed down the drain
Wallowing in misery
His own penitentiary
Built out of nothing but pain
With his hand on the gun
Told the devil, "I'm done," as he tossed in the keys
Let me tell y'all a secret
It's too good to keep it
Yeah, all that man was me
And it goes
Mm, you can hear it in the songs I sing
Mm, it's a desperate, aching thing
'Cause I've been down
I've been kicked around
I've been broken off and I'm still breaking
Mm, but like the bellow of a hound
In the bottoms I've found
This sound
Well, it was years in the making
Well, the days got long and the life piled on
And those demons didn't come cheap
So I laid there to die on them ol' crossties
But no one came for me
So I stumped that train, I nearly went insane
There in the dark alone
I said one last prayer
I watched in vanish in the air
And I heard that whistle moan
And it moaned like
Mm, and you can hear it in the songs I sing
Mm, it's a desperate, aching thing
'Cause I've been down
I've been kicked around
I've been broken off and I'm still breaking
Mm, but like the bellow of the hound
In the bottoms I've found
This sound
Oh, it was years in the making
Now when the jury bell rings and the black coal sings
And the dark cloud brings in a rain
When the sun ain't found in the midnight hour
Runs out of things to say, you go
Mm, mm
Mm, and you can hear it in the songs I sing
Mm, it's a desperate, aching thing
'Cause I've been down, I've been kicked around
I've been broken off and I'm still breaking
Mm, but like the bellow of a hound
In the bottoms I've found
This sound
Like the bellow of a hound
In the bottoms I've found
This sound
Well, it was years in the making