David's Wolves -

I met a girl down in new orleans

She took me in, gave me a place sleep

I didn’t know or care how she looked or felt

But i remember my hair and the way that it smelt.

The man i know, who lives there now

He’s picked me up, and we’ve fallen down

He taught me how to drink, and furrow my brow

We would laugh at ourselves, and man would it be loud

Another friend, who shares his name

He has two wolves, that he keeps in a cage

And he lets the right one out, depending on how

Much hell he wants to raise, in this tiny little town

They call me out, when I hold my breath

On the things I said, against the things I meant

They tell me that I, was rarely ever right

but I’ve been drunk for days, not to mention nights

But above all, I love them dear

They understand, my foolish fears

We shave off a few years, over cigarettes and beers

We believe some little lies, about the women we’ve held near