Going Out To Ely

Tarnished leather holds this old pack in place
Stormy weather blowing them storm winds in my face
Road keeps going, don't know when it might end
Going out to Ely, going out to Ely again

Met a man in Abilene , Lord, he sold me his soul
Only needed ten dollars: he sold it whole
Don't take much anymore, no, not anything at all
Think about it sometimes, most times I'm against the wall

And I feel that old feeling
Crawling higher in my bones
I need, I need forgiveness
For all the nothings I have done

Face in creases, them western winds they blow so hard
Keep me going, soon enough I'll make a new start
Heading out where ain't nobody ain't no pain
Going out to Ely, going out to Ely again

Tarnished leather holds this old pack in place
Stormy weather blowing them old stormy winds in my face
Road keeps going, don't know if I want it to end
Going out to Ely, going out to Ely again