Ray Wylie Hubbard The Ballad of the Crimson Kings We’re this band called The Crimson Kings We come from Carolina and Tennessee We make our stand with bronze wound strings Old dreadnoughts and drop down D’s Our roots run deep, true and tough And the tree of life is inlaid on a mandolin We don’t flinch and we don’t bluff For our hearts have been kissed by the hickory wind There are some who can rise above blind faith Others who just can’t seem to pray Then there are those condemned by the gods to write They sparkle and fade away Now we run with the reckless kind But we have not turned our backs on the sacred fire You see each life is intertwined And we have come together for the wheels on fire Chorus Now some don’t know that they are blessed Perhaps this is what gives our sorrow wings Now I might be wrong nevertheless Sweet mother of pearl say a prayer for The Crimson Kings Chorus Published by Mt.Kharma Music, Administered by Bug Music