I walk the line with stones in my shoes

[Intro – dirty fuzz riff, stop-start drums, bass walking under] [Verse 1] I walk the line with stones in my shoes Got no map and got nothing to lose Every door I knock just closes too fast Guess I’ve been living with a shadow I cast [Chorus] Don’t ask me where I’m going, I don’t really know Don’t ask me what I’m feeling, it never seems to show I can’t promise riches, I can’t promise class All I got to give you is these broken glass blues [Musical Verse – guitar takes the vocal melody, bending notes, call-and-response with bass fills] [Verse 2] Whiskey burns hotter than the sun on my back Every mile I walk just fades into black Some call it fortune, some call it sin But I just keep playing the shape I’m in [Chorus] Don’t ask me where I’m going, I don’t really know Don’t ask me what I’m feeling, it never seems to show I can’t promise kindness, I can’t promise grace All I got to give you is this weary old face [Break – fuzz riff stops dead, spoken aside half-mumbled: “Yeah… that’s the shape I’m in.” → band kicks back in] [Instrumental Jam – riff variations, bass answering, drums pushing, extended call-and-response] [Outro – riff repeats, fades on guitar bends + muttered vocal ad libs] If the truth’s too heavy, let the silence choose I’ll be gone tomorrow with these broken glass blues.