Cry Yer Way

This is becoming a ghastly season
As you're leaving The grass is dry
Thunderstorms are Popping up over the north
Maybe you'll hit some on your way
If you find some rain, won't you send us a vile?
If you find some mud just lay there a while
Cry your way you make it wine
Cry your way you make it wine
Now Some might call me a thief of riffs
But I'm just a learner don't you know?

I always liked the way your silver clicked
Twixt the songs and smokes
If you find some rain
So just pack up your 11 string guitar
And just walk out on all of us
Leave your friends to toil and boil
In this sunshine and dust