[Verse 1]
There ain’t no wage to be made here
Close kin to honest
So I cooked with my uncles
In this third flush of youth

[Bridge]
He’s been off the grid since he left Roan Mountain
It’s a stubborn march towards decay

[Chorus]
And I was born already dead
And just like you I hang my head
To study these dreams for signs of life
Our souls slip loose from body by night
Bound in the vines of grace

[Verse 2]
He picks the banjo of an evening
And sings like a panther in heat
Reads his tea leafs like tarot
And banks the fire bеfore drifting off

[Bridge]
And I ain’t seen hide nor hair of my old lady
Since shе ran off with Jimmy the cop from up McCay’s Hill
[Chorus]
I was born already dead
And just like you I hang my head
To study these dreams for signs of life
Our souls slip loose from body by night
Bound in the vines of grace

[Verse 5]
Police show for a good light
Uncle whom I forgave caught in the heel of time
And I ran like the dickens through the slack jaw pines
Saw it all flash before me as the vapor lamp burned
Through the dust of the shine

[Outro]
Jimmy and the low ground
Jimmy and the low ground
Jimmy and the low ground
Jimmy and the low ground