Backslidin' Son Lyrics

Well I hadn't heard a goodnight story in fifteen years

Since I said goodnight to my own dreams

On a bed full of tears

Reckon I called a bluff and it turned out to be a straight

Well I'm signin' off with a 10-4 to let 'em know I won't be around

I reserve the right to remain silent

Or to curse the ground

Either way, it stacks up against me and I'm dyin' in wait

So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?

Your backslidin' son is ridin'

His old man's horse

And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake

A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no

Well I made my way up the ladder with fancy speech

Talked myself into an inner circle

Of folks who preach

Reckon I should've heeded my own damn words with deeds, yeah

So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?

Your backslidin' son is ridin'

His old man's horse

And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake

A smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no

So tell me, mama, what's the best recourse?

Your backslidin' son, he's ridin'

His old man's horse

And it won't do to make amends by the hands I shake, no

My smile only hides the truth that the past won't recreate, no