November In Omaha by Hannah Wyatt Lyrics

Well that big wind’s coming for you darling, in the night
So gather up your things, write a note for somebody
And sharpen all them knives, to put up your big fight
You always knew this would end bloody

And lay your lead belly down
And follow that iron line, clear out of this town

You left your box of matches on the floor
An empty fifth of whiskey on the table
Well I swear on high, I saw your eyes this morning
Well the sky sank dark, and I drowned in the stable

And lay your lead belly down
And follow that iron line, clear out of this town

Well I woke up to them coyotes
And I climbed up that hill in our yard
And I buried all them memories you left me
And set a blaze of hellfire to the barn
I’ll lay my lead belly down
And follow that iron line, clear out of this town
And I, I’ll leave you behind
And I won’t leave my porch light on, and I’ll forget why
I’ll lay my lead belly down
And follow that iron line, clear out of this town
And I, I’ll leave you behind
And I won’t leave my porch light on, and I’ll forget why
Oh, why