I Can Feel You
Born to the red rising sun
A silver ring and a bottle of rum
The lonesome coup is nothing new
I'll toast it anyway just for fun

How could we know about this?
She gave the little ring a twist
She swelled up and cried as if something had died
I felt it slip right through my fist

The ivy on the wrought iron gate
I'm beginning to like at any rate
The wind in the trees, sing my decrees
You'll know another till we wait

I can feel you
When you're 500 miles away
Or if you're in the next room
I can feel you

A flat bed on a dusty road
A rusty red and a heavy load
Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's trash
But it's as loud as the rooster crows
It goes ahead a mile
In the cigarette redneck style
Across the line on highway nine
I haven't seen you in quite a while

I can feel you
When you're 500 miles away
Or if you're in the next room
I can feel you

I'll take the quickest way
Across the river, by the rolls of hay
The local farms are such a charm
The apple trees and the dapply gray

Born to the red rising sun
A silver ring and a bottle of rum
The lonesome coup is nothing new
I'll toast it anyway just for fun