Pushed Too Far - Son Volt

Memories of Crescent City

Wednesday nights at the Rock-n-Bowl

On the bandstand there is Snooks and guitar

Pure gasoline for the soul

Take me back to the Mound City

Any night across town

Bennie for blues and James for barrel house

The brown eyed handsome man is still around

You give yourself to the world

You don’t hold back much of anything

Mother Theresa to the animal kingdom

You know how high to set the bar

You give your words freely

Takes it back to familiar ground

But when you hold your cards close to your chest

It shows you’ve been pushed too far

Looking back on Louisiana

Where the dirty water flows

And life there is a little easier

As anyone who has been through knows

Conversations turn to metaphors

Cards to the table you bring

Fold your hand but save your best for later

Don’t know how long these angels sing

You give yourself to the world

You don’t hold back much of anything

Mother Theresa to the animal kingdom

You know how high to set the bar

You give your words freely

Takes it back to familiar ground

But when you hold your cards close to your chest

It shows you’ve been pushed too far

But when you hold your cards close to your chest

It shows you’ve been pushed too far