Years In The Making

Well I could take the glory But I'll tell you the story about a man Who was headed down the drain Wallowing in misery His own penitentiary Built out of nothing but pain With his hand on the gun Told the devil, "I'm done," as he tossed in the keys Let me tell y'all a secret It's too good to keep it Y'all that man was me And it goes You can hear it in the songs I sing It's a desperate, aching thing 'Cause I've been down I've been kicked around I've been broken off and I'm still breaking But like the bellow of a hound In the bottoms I've found This sound Well it was years in the making The days got long and the life piled on And those demons didn't come cheap So I laid there to die on them ole crossties But no one came for me So I stopped that train, nearly went insane There in the dark alone I said one last prayer Watched in vanish in the air And I heard that whistle moan And it moaned like And you can hear it in the songs I sing It's a desperate, aching thing 'Cause I've been down I've been kicked around I've been broken off and I'm still breaking But like the bellow of the hound In the bottoms I've found This sound It was years in the making Now when the jury bell rings and the black coal sings And the dark cloud brings in a rain When the sun ain't found in the midnight hour Runs out of things to say, it goes You can hear it in the songs I sing It's a desperate, aching thing 'Cause I've been down, I've been kicked around I've been broken off and I'm still breaking But like the bellow of a hound In the bottoms I've found This sound Like the bellow of a hound In the bottoms I've found This sound Well it was years in the making