DESCRIPTION:
From Jason Isbell's new album Southeastern, released June 11th 2013. For the lyrics, click "Show more."

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Lyrics:

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