Bad Country

Went looking for God's Country
Went looking for a piece of Paradise
Found too many holes in my dreams
Spent too many days on thin ice
The city was mean and shallow
The desert was raw and blistering
The valley was green and narrow
The hills were hard and whispering

I keep singing these highway songs to keep my head from spinning
And honey it won't be long 'til the hand we're dealt is winning

You're walking in bad country
Just listen when the angels speak
Be sure you don't dig too deep
You're walking in bad country
Keep an eye open whеn you sleep
Be sure you don't dig too deep

Found blood on a desеrt flower
There's a thorn on each and every one
Passed by a skull with hollow eyes
Long dead and bleached white by the sun

I watched the dust swirl inside the empty sockets
As my fingers fished for gold in empty pockets

You're walking in bad country
Just listen when the angels speak
Be sure you don't dig too deep
You're walking in bad country
Keep an eye open when you sleep
Be sure you don't dig too deep

You're walking in bad country
Just listen when the angels speak
Be sure you don't dig too deep
You're walking in the bad country
Keep an eye open when you sleep
Be sure you don't dig too deep

Is this the end of the road or only the beginning
The Sky keeps spinning
Is this the end of the road or the end of the beginning
Which side's winning

These wandering eyes keep searching for something
I look to the skies and can't keep from wondering...