International Harvester

Pike Holt is Still Alive

Many moons have tried to hold me 
But you can’t keep a poor man down 

Remember that spring where we used to meet 
And all the people I coulda been 

But now the sky is my wife
And she’s got a temper like a hurricane

The sky is my wife

I forget where all the bodies are buried 
And the miles between memories 

There’s a canyon in my heart
And now I’m looking for what I can find 

The sky is my wife 

Choked on a fog of dirt and my mud-soaked face
Couldn’t get clean in the stream 

All the souvenirs you gave me
Helped get me through the storm 

Bury me by the spring where we used to meet

The sky is my wife
And she’s got a temper like hurricane

Astral Plane to LA (12/7 mix)

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