Well they pulled you out of your hospital bed
To take you down to the show
And people came from all around to hear those songs that they know
Feel like there’s an angel hanging on your shoulder
Growing up in London, want to die in Dublin
Everybody sends their love
From the West End streets and the hustlers and whores
To touching down in New York
And the Irish cops and the junk on the street
Had everything you could want
Drinking with the angels until the early morning
All those dirty faces filling up your pages
Gonna keep on running, they said you’d never make it
Everybody sends their love
Well I got myself on a flight across
From Texas over the sea
And I felt so lost didn’t know what to say
Standing in the wings
Feel like there’s an angel hanging on my shoulder
Getting kind of nervous talking to a stranger
Gonna tell your story, playing Death or Glory
Everybody sends their love
Don’t deny it
1st time i heard DeathWish, i turned it off.
felt rushed, not the Isbell i've come to admire. really grab'd me when i took time to listen on the 2nd try. the writing on these songs stopped me in my tracks more than once. raw talent with just enough polish in the delivery.
thankyou Jason + 400 for another keeper swirlingmadness