Jason Isbell Lyrics Analysis: Love, Home, and Personal Growth, Lecture notes of Law

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Jason Isbell Southeastern Lyrics Cover Me Up A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun you can't trust anyone I was so sure what I needed was more tried to shoot out the sun Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone Girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain't leaving this room Til someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress in Richmond on high But I sobered up and I swore off that stuff forever, this time And the old lovers sing "I thought it'd be me who helped him get home" But home was a dream, one I'd never seen til you came along Girl, hang your dress up to dry we ain't leaving this room Til Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs through And carries this house on the stones like a piece of driftwood Cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good Girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain't leaving this room Til someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good Cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good Stockholm I've heard love songs make a Georgia man cry On the shoulder of somebody's Saturday night Read the good book studied it, too But nothing prepared me for living with you Locked me up tight in these shackles I wear Tied up the keys in the folds of your hair and the difference with me is I used to not care Stockholm, let me go home Once a wise man to the ways of the world Now I've traded those lessons for faith in a girl Across the ocean, a thousand years from my home In this frozen old city of silver and stone Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up And the difference with me is I'm falling in love Stockholm, let me go home Let me go home And the night, so long I used to pray for the daylight to come Folks back home surely have called off the search and gone back to their own Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up And the difference with me is I'm falling in love Stockholm, let me go home Let me go home Flying Over Water From the sky, we look so organized and brave Walls that make up barricades and graves Daddy's little empire, built by hands and built by slaves From the sky, we look so organized and brave In the heat, I saw you rising from the dirt Drunken tears and tugging at your skirt If only you could tell me then, what part of you got hurt In the heat, I saw you rising from the dirt Take my hand baby, we're over land I know flying over water makes you cry Where's that liquor cart, maybe we shouldn't start, but I can't for the life of me say why From the sky the highway's straight as it could be A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me From the sky, the highway's straight as it could be Take my hand baby, we're over land I know flying over water makes you cry Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home, but I can't for the life of me say why Did we leave our love behind Different Days Staring at the pictures of the runaways on the wall Seems like, these days, you couldn't run away at all Even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man's point of view I can see you in my mind's eye, catching light Sleep beside the river if we make it out of town tonight You can strip in Portland from the day you turn sixteen You got one thing to sell and benzodiazepine Ten years ago I might have seen you dancing in a different light, and offered up my help in different ways, but those were different days Those were different days Had a girl back home and we shared her single bed When I whispered in her ear, she believed every word I said If she didn't believe, she didn't dare give me slack Or it was "baby, I love you, get off of my goddamn back" Time went by and I left and I left again Jesus loves a sinner but the highway loves a sin My daddy told me, I believe he told me true that: "The right thing's always the hardest thing to do" Ten years ago I might have stuck around for another night, and used her in a thousand different ways, but those were different days Those were different days And the story's only mine to live and die with The answer's only mine to come across, but the ghosts that I got scared and I got high with look a little lost Ten years ago I might have thought I didn't have the right To say the things an outlaw wouldn't say, But those were different days Those were different days Live Oak There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be, and I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze, So I found another victim every couple days But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in Well you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war When my neighbors took to slightin' me, I had to ask what for Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around We'd robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be, And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine, and buried her so deep, she'd touch the water table line And picked up what I needed and I headed south again To myself, I wondered, "Would I ever find another friend" There's a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be, and I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me Super 8 Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel, Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Having such a sweet night audience was just right drinking like a pirate do Don't wanna sleep yet buddy, it's a good bet, I'll raise more hell than you Do a couple rails and chase your own tail and talk about the bad ole days Tremor in a tee shirt telling me her heart hurt honey, let me count the ways Then a big boy busted in, screaming at his girlfriend, waving 'round a fungo bat Bass player stepping up brandishing a coffee cup he took it in the baby fat I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel, Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Finally got the room clear bleeding from my left ear feeling pretty bad for the maid Lost a couple drinks and my dinner in the sink and I woke up with the bed still made Wasn't quite morning I wasn't quite breathing my heart, way up in my throat Girl starts screaming and the maid starts screaming and it looks like it's all she wrote Well, they slapped me back to life and they telephoned my wife and they filled me full of Pedialyte Saw my guts, saw my glory it would make a great story if I ever could remember it right I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel, Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off sleeping in the county jail I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Yvette I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac A bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up Head to your toes, so nobody will notice you I might not be a man yet, but that bastard will never be So I'm cleaning my Weatherby I sight in my scope, and I hope against hope, I hope against hope Your mother seems nice, I don't understand why she won't say anything As if she can't see who he turned out to be I might not be a man yet, but your father will never be So I load up my Weatherby I let out my breath, and I couple with death, I couple with death Saw your father last night, in the window the light made a silhouette Saw him hold you that way, he won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette Relatively Easy Are you having a long day Everyone you meet rubs you the wrong way Dirty city streets smell like an ashtray Morning bells are ringing in your ears Is your brother on a church kick Seems like just a different kind of dopesick Better off to teach a dog a card trick Than try to have a point and make it clear You should know, compared to people on a global scale, Our kind has had it relatively easy And here with you there's always something to look forward to My angry heart beats relatively easy I lost a good friend, At Christmastime when folks go off the deep end His woman took the kids and he took Klonopin Enough to kill a man of twice his size Not for me to understand Remember him when he was still a proud man A vandal's smile, a baseball in his right hand Nothing but the blue sky in his eyes Still, compared to those a stones-throw away from you, Our lives have both been relatively easy Take a year and make a break there ain't that much at stake The answers could be relatively easy Watch that lucky man walk to work again He may not have a friend left in the world See him walking home again to sleep alone I step into a shop to buy a postcard for a girl I broke the law, boys, Shooting out the windows of my loft, boys When they picked me up, I made a big noise Everything to blame except my mind I should say, I keep your picture with me every day The evenings now are relatively easy And here with you there's always something to look forward to My lonely heart beats relatively easy My lonely heart beats relatively easy