Letters written in vain I don't care if you know Pour my tear down a drain Let them seep in slow Oh, and we can dance around what happened Play the music soft and low And you can be all kinds of emotional Drive a car to your town Twenty hours down south Tractor trailers in the snow Highwaymen up loud And I'm a man of constant sorrow Let the night come soft and low And you can be all kinds of emotional Take my ache and take my blood Take the time to wish me luck Take my ache and take my blood Take the time to wish me luck Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone On the porch to your house With this letter in hand All your candles burned out Oh my good man I watch you dance around in circles With your new man in the glow And you can be all kinds of emotional Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone (And you can be all kinds of emotional) Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone (And you can be all kinds of emotional) Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust (And you can be all kinds of emotional) Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone, wish I was dust Wish I was gone