This old boat shivers across the cold river beneath the trees Floating like a pine just to waste my time in search for peace Madison county where your arms never found me, why did I leave? Blamed it on the cold even though I was told don't chase anything At times I was wicked like a dog in the thicket bound to bite Wagging my tail probably catching hell from from you tonight My bones were made to travel the roads of ancient battles and red lights Pedal to the metal cause the devil sings in treble out of spite I see the chains that keep you tethered Callused hands dance under pressure Warmed by the fire now free like the ember Along for the ride guided by your whisper You can blame it on the bourbon You can blame it on the hurting that got you down Like a bandit in disguise taking back roads late at night out of town Death was surely close like the stains from tobacco on his mouth With his Jericho rose another chance and change of clothes he headed south And I see the chains that keep you tethered Callused hands dance under pressure Warmed by the fire now free like the ember Along for the ride guided by your whisper And I see the chains that keep you tethered Callused hands dance under pressure Warmed by the fire now free like the ember Along for the ride guided by your whisper