Crown Lands Lyrics

Got a few hours ahead of me

A whole lot more behind

A lonesome little cabin just beyond the next ridgeline

Came up north to chop some wood, make some coin, be a man

But all I got was these scars and the loss of my right hand

My best friend Gil, it's funny, he couldn't swim

He only comes to mind when I'm drunk or feeling dim

He fell in that river and was carried away

How I wish it was me and poor ol' Gil could a stayed

Memories

Cling to me

Like snow to pine

Let me shed this

Skin I'm in so

I can join them Northern Lights

My Sweet Louanne, she made the best damn eggs around

Sunrise and see God in the swirl of them black coffee grounds

The camps barber John could barely steady his hands

But give 'im three shots of rye and he'd turn you into Dapper Dan

Memories

Cling to me

Like snow to pine

Let me shed this

Skin I'm in so

I can join them Northern Lights

When I set out from Crosslake I was fresh faced and green

Crawling back from the Itasca I was loaded, threadbare and lean

With eyes made of coal and a thirst for hard times

Burning bridges and warrants across county lines

Memories

Cling to me

Like snow to pine

Let me shed this

Skin I'm in so

I can join them Northern Lights