To The Nines

Well, the rain & the wind...they are at it again

Quarreling lovers...better run for cover

Rivers will rise...and to no one's surprise

You're gonna get baptized...one way or another

Chorus:

Honey, you dress up to the 9's

And we'll have us a look around

And the moonlight'll take us

To the farthest edge of town

You gotta trust somebody...so it might as well be me

I surrendered my badge and guns...& the cards up my

sleeve

Got a lil' too far ahead of myself...and way behind on

dues

I ran outta stars...to hitch my wagon to

Now you can taste the cup of bitterness and drain the cup

of grief

You can find that place where wonders never cease

There's gold in every story...the power & the glory

Last words to be employed...