"Creosote" lyrics

Skinny white knees
Ain't no breeze
Down by the trestle
Blackberry grin
Runnin' down her chin
Dark as pitch oil
Lyin' on our backs
Right by the tracks
Ain't gonna want no supper

Don't cry for me
Oh, when I die
Just mark my grave
With a railroad tie
In an old pine box
Honey, lay me low
And seal it up with creosote

Me and Randy Joe, we know where to go
When we gotta get closer
We run and found a little patch of ground
Where the cars pass over
Stars lookin' down, I lost it to the sound
Of a Carolina freight line howlin'

Don't cry for me
Oh, when I die
Just mark my grave
With a railroad tie
I ain't got no use
For streets of gold
For streets of gold
Nah, honey, heaven smells like creosote

If where I'm going looks like where I've been
They're 'bout to
Paint my wings black as sin

Don't cry for me
Don't cry for me
Honey, when I die
Darlin', when I die
You better mark my grave
Mark my grave
With a railroad tie
With a railroad tie
In an old pine box
Honey, lay me low
You seal it up with creosote
Seal it up with creosote

Don't cry for me