Hollis Crow - Timber Scrawl (Official Audio)

He etches his last confession into splintered timber, swallowed by the dark earth. Timber Scrawl Hollis Crow Subscribe for new dark outlaw country every week. #OutlawCountry #DarkCountry #CountryMusic #NewCountry #WesternMusic #AmericanaMusic #GothicAmericana #StorySong #SadCountry #ColterWall #JohnnyCash #TylerChilders #SturgillSimpson #CodyJinks #FrontierMusic LYRICS [Verse 1] The mountain groaned and buckled, then swallowed up the light A thousand tons of misery, in one unending night My lamp still holds a flicker, a last defiant gleam Just me and this cold timber, living out a waking dream The foreman’s whistle’s silent, the drills have ceased to moan Just the steady drip of water, on this deep and buried stone. [Chorus] This deep dark holds me fast, no angel's wing can fly My breath a fading ghost, beneath a buried sky The timbers groan my name, a truth I always knew Down in the deep dark, where my debts come due. [Verse 2] I’ve walked a crooked highway, from the river to the west A whiskey prayer on my lips, a gun tucked in my vest Saw a man swing from the gallows, for less than I have done Left a trail of broken promises, beneath a fading sun My black hat hid my shadow, from the law and from the light Now there's no place left to run, in this eternal night. [Chorus] This deep dark holds me fast, no angel's wing can fly My breath a fading ghost, beneath a buried sky The timbers groan my name, a truth I always knew Down in the deep dark, where my debts come due. [Bridge] There’s a name I carved on a tree, by a chapel bell at dawn A promise I broke easy, before the day was born No tear will fall for me now, no final grace I seek Just these words on splintered pine, for the earth alone to speak I should have taken the long road, and turned my back on greed But the devil whispered promises, and planted his black seed. [Chorus] This deep dark holds me fast, no angel's wing can fly My breath a fading ghost, beneath a buried sky The timbers groan my name, a truth I always knew Down in the deep dark, where my debts come due. [Outro] My hand is growing heavy, the air is thin and cold Just a miner’s last confession, a story to unfold The timber holds my secrets, deep in its stony hold.