Riddled Days (B. Malkus) You know I could frown A whole circle inside To taste all the tears With no chaser behind In time I’ll pull out that old Epiphone Press on those strings ‘til I’m down to the bone so don’t be bending no spoon nothing rolled in those Drum leave those riddled days to die in their blood I’ll nest here then drift through this world On my own As heavy and dry As these truck beds of stone If I should lose This old John Deere hat now Sister still works For them anyhow So don’t be bending no spoon Nothing rolled in those Drum Leave those riddled days To die in their blood Time was I’d drink The river like the sun Burn those wheat fields To desert for fun Hum Burritos to the diesel all day Into my mind it’s drifting to stay You know I could frown A whole circle inside To waste all the year Leaves this aching in mind