Neck On The New Blade Lyrics

Neck On The New Blade lyrics

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low

There's a ghost bound in my soul

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low

There's a [Incomprehensible]



A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my talk

Is what I'm after little girl

Metal on the red overcast in head

I'm goin' down an feelin' ill



High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low

There's a cold blade on my crow

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low

There's a girl that I know



You ain't never had one I don't believe you will

This is your season for standin' still

Metal on the red overcast in head

I'm goin' down an feelin' ill



See boys I've known her from way back

Back when she was dead

Tongues on fire spoke the word

And a darkness left her head



Holy my other hand

That's a fuckin' joke

Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife

Were the words that I spoke