Roots Music Report

Saint on a Chain
(Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music(BMI))

I grew up right down the road
Never had too far to go
Making it here, your chance is slim
Folks leave this town, you won’t see them again Mama died in ’93

This silver medal she gave to me St. Christopher ‘round my neck Wherever I go, my soul he protects

Every river’s a daughter of the dirty rain
But see how it shines
Water’s running like the blood pushing through my veins See how it shines, like a saint on a chain

Heather was so sweet to me
Her daddy owned some property
Maybe my drinking was a little much
She turned cold to my touch
That story ‘bout the woman,
maybe it was true--
Heather put together 2 and 2
Kicked me out and changed the locks
On my motel door now the sheriff knocks

BRIDGE: Now after work I take my lonesome down With a Percocet, and a double shot of Crown But now the higher I get, the harder it seems

To get back to that place that floats like a dream

One hand on the wheel, doing 85
All my trouble just flies on by
I want to forget everything I know
I want to close my eyes and just let her go Rearview glow of the city bright
Angel of death got no headlights
You who’d protect me, I ask no more
Just carry me ‘cross to that other shore 

Every river’s a daughter of the dirty rain
But see how it shines
Water’s running like the blood pushing through my veins See how it shines, like a saint on a chain