Rough Edges Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Cracks in your windshield
Holes in your light
And you′re trying to get home
Before it gets light
And that old five ton truck
Don't run good no more
Barely gets up those hills
With your foot to the floor


And your horses are tired
And your excuses are weak
And you ain′t won a race
Since '73
But on through the night
That trailer just waits
An East wind, you know
Always brings rain

Down by the river
Where the old boys still ride
And the edges are rough
As suicide
Where the whiskey's got color
And the cows feed on grass
The windmills pump water
And your checks don′t go bad


And your blankets are dirty
And your eternity frayed
And on through the night
That trailer just waits
So load up those cattle
Move out that trailer
An East wind, you know
Always brings rain