Head was hung low And you sandels much older As record spins time tip toes back Bones on a thread Far from your shoulders Stitch in the seam between the earth and the sky Your wearing the soul of a coal minners daughter Down in a whole singing your song A kick in the wind Back in some holler Patching up holes in the setting sun We are the ones that came by the needle Stuck in a grove cuut by your hand Wrapped in a cloth and safe in a shadow Cavalry's arch cast on the land Tracks in the sand And the hit of the silence The kiss of death Then the palest blue Seventh hope that grows For to warn us Morphine girl and the sorta truth We are the one That came by the needle Stuck in a grove cut by your hand Wrapped in a cloth safe in a shadow Cavalry's arch cast on the land