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Rhyolite, is as dead to me as your daughter
They say the spirits carry in the wind

But that ain’t true, I read the cards myself
Abigail, your girl is still in the dirt

I don’t know what to tell you…
I ain’t the one to grant you peace

Take your time, lass
Stay mad at God for a while
Keep in mind, you’ve still got to pay the bills

I could collect all your tears, in a tanker train car
I tell ya’ It won’t help you swim to higher ground

They’re all used up, all the bankers and the sin traders
They’re pulling up and out of town

Come with me girl, I don’t have much to offer
But all you’ll find here soon is death

I can’t expect a smile, I know you’ll never be whole again
But if we die, at least we’ll die on the run

And you won’t have to fake it, you know I understand
You won’t have to be my woman, I don’t have to be your man

Pack what you can carry, and tell your little girl goodbye
Forget you ever heard, about a town called Rhyolite


from Long Ride Down, released May 15, 2014
Words & music by Richard Polk.
Richard Polk - guitars, vocals



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Valyermo Nevada

Richard Polk - guitars, bass, drums, pedal steel, trumpet, melodica, xylophone, keys, theremin, vocals

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