Cover My Hands

I was born with too much salt in my spirits
Only the grifters knew my name
She tried to call but I just couldn't hear it
Above the sound of my pain, boys
Above the sound of my pain

She followed me down to the banks of the river
Held out her hand with a paper heart
She wanted to love that I just couldn't give her
So I just tore it all apart, boys
So I just tore it all apart

Cover my hands in the blood of a sinner
Lay me down in a bed of pine
Wash my face in the cold of winter
Then don't pay me no mind, boys
Then don't pay me no mind

There's nothing you can say that'll make me feel better
So pass me down that bottle instead
But even the drink don't help me forget her
I can't chase her out of my head, boys
I can't chase her out of my head

Cover my hands in the blood of a sinner
Lay me down in a bed of pins
Wash my face in the cold of winter
Then don't pay me no mind, boys
Then don't pay me no mind