Till Morning Reputations - Songs: Ohia

The hangman’s water is often sweeter

On these western roads

Know the heat of their travelers

That go down, go down

And backs know the saddles

And boots know the heels

My eyes know the blinder is black

My eyes know the blinder is black

Mouth knows the bit and the brassy taste of it

It’s more than my companion should allow

It’s more than my companion should allow

Right now

Right now

There’s nothing my equal, right now

There’s nothing my equal, right now

There’s nothing my equal, right now