The Choir Album: Speckled Bird Track: Never More True
Never More True Lyrics
There's a Yankee in the Cumberland With a pistol in his boot Dreamin' about salty water And he's lookin' for a snake to shoot
I'm thinkin' it won't get any worse I'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purse I'm wishin' I never came here You know my heart was ever sincere
And every now and then I realize You are rhythm, you are melody Giving me that silent torture You might as well poison my tea
I'm thinkin' it won't get any worse I'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purse I'm thinkin' about strangling you You know that never was more untrue
(Thinkin' about predestination Predestination and free will What about that wonderful plan)
There's a Christian underneath his house Trying to recall the light He's prayin' for divine intervention Her lips are frozen to the pipe
I'm thinkin' it won't get any worse I'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purse I'm dreamin' about thrillin' you Oh honey, my heart was never more true You know my heart was never more true
