one of these cold lonesome mornings you re going to kill me i m going to lay there and i m going to die you will soon give me pain enough to fill me because i m gone past doing any good to cry and the warm sunshine is like a stranger there s a cruel violation with the dawn lord my pain can t stand illumination before a wild bird sings i m going to fly while it s still dark and i m still reaching for you i ll wake up and i can t cry but i know my heart can t stand another tremor now it s holding together i don t know but just before the dawning s first glimmer 
['arkansas country', 'outlaw country']