Wichita Nightmare Blues

Wandering through Wichita doubting my salvation
On account of all the ways that I’ve gone wrong
And I’m lonesome
Lonesome and longing

I’ve been searching for the banks of peace like a river
With a worn out liver and a hole in my soul
Winter time is comin these days are shorter than my temper
I can’t wrestle with my angels when they gotta bootheel around my throat

And I am wandering through Wichita doubting my salvation
On account of all the ways that I’ve gone wrong
And I’m lonesome
Lonesome and longing

I Wanna drink my fill of joy like a fountain
But my stomach can’t take it, and my head is pounding
I’m a ruined man as far as I can tell
Aging poorly, losing years and scared as hell

And I am wandering through Wichita doubting my salvation
On account of all the ways that I’ve gone wrong
And I’m lonesome
Lonesome and longing