Lyrics Three Fingers in - Nathaniel Rateliff
Well
it
would
take
a
mountain
of
men
to
move
me
And
that'd
be
a
long
way
from
the
way
that
you
spoke
And
you
read
so
clearly
without
break
of
breath
or
words
redefining
I
was
stuck
on
my
pride,
and
the
skin,
and
the
sinking
it
in
And
you
told
me
"Wipe
your
brow,
clean
me
off.
Give
me
time
to
figure
it
out."
Some
songs
we
could
sing
and
never
mean
them
Some
songs
leave
a
ring
and
you
hate
the
few
who
were
bold
Some
burn
up
the
sleeve
and
drive
to
far
to
remember
Well
I
wasn't
lost,
I
was
here,
I
was
three
fingers
in
I
was
the
junkyard
and
the
bumper
for
the
few
feeling
left
I
was
the
coat
nail
and
the
ice
on
the
sheets
of
the
drenched
and
the
soaking
wet
Well
it'd
be
the
bit
and
the
reigns
that
broke
all
the
teeth
in
the
mouth
And
it'd
be
the
whip
onthe
foreskin
for
the
few
that
had
some
left
to
spare
Some
songs
we
could
sing
and
never
mean
them
Some
songs
leave
a
ring
and
you
hate
the
few
that
were
bold
Some
burn
up
the
sleeve
and
drive
too
far
to
remember
Ahhhh
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