And what shall I do / When it finally crumbles away / Pick up all these years / That I seen myself throw away / To where I know it will be safe / From all your broke / All your broken hearts (Micah P. Hinson)

I miss my farm and family / The hills and the woods / I got a girl back there who’s good to me / And I’d be there right now if I could / I spent a lifetime underground / And I don’t want no grave / Just throw my ashes in the field / […]

When you sleep / What do you see / A million stars to wish upon / Or just me / And oh she spoke so softly, to me / As we drifted off, to sleep (Micah P. Hinson)