Way out here in Tennessee
I finally came to understand
That peace of mind ain’t free
I’ve got a heart of gold
And a troubled mind
That drapes my past
Before my eyes
When will I realize
It’s simply time to cut the ties
When will the medicine take
To pardon me from my mistakes
The grace of God is just a test
Until my eyes remain awake
I’ve got a heart of gold
And a troubled mind
That drapes my past
Before my eyes
When will I realize
It’s simply time to cut the ties
I packed my bags
And moved up north
Into the woods
A quiet forest
I cooked the lead
And made it wet
The grace of God
Is just a test
I’ve got a heart of gold
And a troubled mind
That drapes my past
Before my eyes
When will I realize
It’s simply time to cut the ties
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