Brian Houser (no One Sings) The Song Of The Workingman Lyrics

(no One Sings) The Song Of The Workingman Lyrics

Darlin', if you're gonna love me then you should know

That my life's been
rocky like the County Line Road.

Out to the west in the river bottom
low,

Lies an old strip of mud called the County Line Road.

It's
bent and broke; it's lean and mean.

But that stretch of road is a lot
like me.

I said that stretch of road is a lot like me.

I can sing
you a song that's soft and low,

Like the hoot owls down on the County
line Road.

The winds of fortune ain't blowin' today.

I'm stuck in
the water, I'm drifting away.

You could be my anchor, I could hold on to
you.

Darlin' if you want you can hold on too.

I said Darlin' if you
want you can hold me too.

I'll keep you warm so girl take hold.

There's a cold wind blowin' on the County Line Road.

And the hoot owl
hangs in the shadows, and the moon, she hangs low,

And my heart is
hanging with them tonight down along the County Line Road.

Look a little
closer and you will see,

That the County Line's left a few miles on
me.

Sometime my pain makes me feel so low,

Lower than the ruts in
the County Line Road.

Lower than the ruts in the County Line Road.

I'm stuck in the mud and no one to pull,

In the old river bottom on
the County Line Road.

Darlin' I sure love you but I've got to go,

I
hear the coyotes callin' on the County Line Road.