born to the red rising sun    a silver ring and a bottle of rum    the lonesome coup is nothing new    I'll toast it anyway just for fun      how could we know about this?    she gave the little ring a twist    she swelled up and cried as if something had died    I felt it slip right through my fist      the ivy on the wrought iron gate    I'm beginning to like at any rate    the wind in the trees, sing my decrees    you'll know another till we wait      I can feel you    when you're 500 miles away    or if you're in the next room    I can feel you      a flat bed on a dusty road    a rusty red and a heavy load    sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's trash    but it's as loud as the rooster crows      it goes ahead a mile    in the cigarette redneck style    across the line on highway nine    I haven't seen you in quite a while      I can feel you    when you're 500 miles away    or if you're in the next room    I can feel you      I'll take the quickest way    across the river, by the rolls of hay    the local farms are such a charm    the apple trees and the dapply gray      born to the red rising sun    a silver ring and a bottle of rum    the lonesome coup is nothing new    I'll toast it anyway just for fun