Silas Crowe - Got Me Worn Thin

Sun’s draggin’ low behind the warehouse walls, Another day burned out, ain’t no turnin’ back. Clock punched my soul, aches full of sin, Workin’ man blues done wore me thin. Got me worn thin, down to the frame, Keepin’ this fire with no wood for the flame. Got me worn thin, but I keep rollin’ in, ‘Cause livin’ don’t stop when the wheels quit spinnin’. Light bill’s late, and the fridge hums low, Ain’t much in there but pride and hope. My baby’s tired, says I’ve gone half-mad, But I still kiss her goodnight, even when it’s bad. Got me worn thin, but I ain’t givin’ out, Keepin’ my faith in the dirt, not the clouds. Got me worn thin, but I still play to win, With the blues in my hands and the sweat on my skin. There’s a hum in the night, like a ghost in the line, Old compressor moanin’, same song as mine. I breathe through this harp, let the trouble bend, Can’t fix the world, but I can fix the end. Got me worn thin, like the soles of my shoes, Walkin’ that line between hope and truth. Got me worn thin, but I’m still diggin’ in, ‘Cause the world don’t quit, and as thin as I get, I ain’t givin’ in.