I Can Feel You

Born to the red rising sun,
A silver ring and a bottle of rum.
The lonesome coup is nothing new,
I'll toast it anyway just for fun.

How could we know about this?
She gave that little ring a twist.
She swelled up and cried as if something has died,
I felt it slip right through my fist.

The ivy on the wrought iron gate,
I'm beginning to like at any rate,
The wind in the trees sing my decrees,
You know of another `til we wait?

CHORUS

I can feel you
When you're 500 miles away, or if you're in the next room,
I can feel you.

A flat bed on a dusty road,
A rusty red and a heavy load.
Sometimes it's fast, and sometimes it's trash,
But it's as loud as the rooster crows.

It goes ahead a mile,
In that cigarette redneck style,
Across the line, on highway 9,
I haven't seen you in quite a while.

CHORUS

Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ahh...

I'll take the quickest way
Across the river; by the rolls of hay.
The local farms, are such a charm,
The apple tress and the dapple grey.

Born to the red rising sun,
A silver ring and a bottle of rum.
The lonesome coup is nothing new,
I'll toast it anyway just for fun.

CHORUS (x2)

Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ahh...