text: Tonight Ill shave the mountain
  Ill cut the hearts from pharaohs
  I pull the road off of the rise
  Tear the memories from my eyes
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  I drink a thousand shipwrecks
  Tonight I steal your paychecks
  I paint the sheets across my bed
  The birds will all fly from my head
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  Take every dream thats breathing
  Find every boot thats leaving
  Shoot all the lights in the cafe
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  I bet a thousand dollars
  I have a French companion
  I tie myself below the deck
  I pull the rope around my neck
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  It takes a life to win her
  There is a drum of bourbon
  800 pounds of nitro
  His boots are thunder as he plays
  There is a stone inside it
  Tonight his bones will ride it
  Ill need a tent to hide it
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  And in the morning Ill be gone
  And in the morning Ill be gone