Lyrics:
You live in spite
You live in spite calloused heart
Everything I've done
All the times you've turned to run
It will never change
all the times that
shed my calloused skin
I shed my calloused skin
I shed my calloused skin
As mid-autumn rolls in
I try to cry for you
But there is nothing left
The tears
the daddy, gets his mother too
Been good secretly
Fine young people can still be calloused
And time keeps turing while you're still jealous
That life means
And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk the furrowed field of my mind
Faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands
into the blackness of hell.
I've grown to love the pain.
I've grown to love the pain.
Calloused.
Cold.
Out of control.
Hardened by torment
And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk the furrowed field of my mind
Faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Flora Grey
The gossip of Madison County died with child
And although
hearts grow calloused
Our love will find a way
It doesn't matter what life decides to throw at us
Love is in the habits
Always remember that only
Cold
The calloused hand upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James.
Flora Gray the gossip of Madison County died with the child
And although
always laid the blame on, Reuben James
Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed fields of my mind
The faded shirt, the wrinkled brow
The calloused
Your number would look good in my phone
And your body would look good in my home
You and I were never meant to be I know
But these calloused hands
make a
You
Don't
Get to talk about it
Why don't you shut your mouth
Bitch, you are not around it
Real
Tough
I been feeling calloused
Only time I feel
Is
Calloused and scarred we keep on raising the bar
We shut you out cause you've got nothing to say
We never wanted it to end this way
But it has!
It's time
If time stood still
For just one moment
Would these seconds still keep ticking in my head
Calloused hands
Forgotten reason
Empty time spent in my
am a calloused hand from gripping the rock
I am short a feathered wing for the flock
But I'm not weathered from your weightless voices bearing
the
Daddy get his mother too been good secretly
Fine young people can still be calloused
And time keeps turning while
You're still jealous
That life means
Another guy in line on highway 9 in a rush
Clockin in and out again, i guess I'm just
An average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding
Another guy in line on highway 9 in a rush
Clockin in and out again, I guess I'm just
An average man, but these calloused hands
Are holding
on with a heart of stone and calloused hands
Sometimes I think I'm crazy, washed up in the brain
And as for my youth I threw most of those years away
hard, but your calloused hands are harder
The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer
It's dinner time at sunset, knowing that a bunch
can’t explain
Calloused on the surface
from the stains within my veins
Running hollow
swallow
the pain I can’t explain
the more i think about it
it’s
I got nowhere to hide I got nowhere to run
This calloused flesh It's covered in blood
Still trying to find solace With sores on my feet
But I've run
PracTNNS every day, yo game won't be wack
Broken strings, calloused hands
But Imma keep on going, even though feels like I’m in quicksand
Cause progress
a long-lost child coming home
Coming home
Take these calloused hands and poor boy's dime
Take this broken heart of mine
Take these dead-end dreams and tired
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