The Ballad of the Crimson Kings - Ray Wylie Hubbard

They’re this band called the Crimson Kings

Come from a-Carolina, Tennessee

Make our stand across wild strings

Old dreadnoughts and drop-down D’s

Our roots run deep, true and tough

As the tree of life mandolin

We don’t flinch, oh and we don’t bluff

For our hearts have been kissed by every wind

There are some who can arise above my fate

Others just can’t seem to pray

Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write

They sparkle and they fade away

Now we’ll run, we’re the reckless kind

But we have not turned our backs on the savior choir

See each life, all center-twined

So we’ve come together for the wheels on fire

Now some don’t know that they are blessed

Perhaps this is what gives us our means

Well I might be wrong, oh, nevertheless

Sweet mother of pearl, say a prayer for a Crimson King

There are some who can arise above my fate

Others just can’t seem to pray

Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write

They sparkle and they fade away

There are some who can arise above my fate

Others just can’t seem to pray

Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write

They sparkle and they fade away

Sparkle and they fade away

Sparkle and they fade away