Robin Jackson

Moonshine, oh cover me in moonshine, and I will fill your cup with 
sentimental tales of raspberry wine Cause I've been singing these cowboy tears since we came to an end and Im writing snake oil poems 
and drinking alabast gin Like a kite in the win

The rain pulls me awake on this warm Autumn morning the melancholy sky of grey comforts like a cave You didn't stay last night and maybe that's the right thing and letting go is truly for the brave Many times I tried to pick up the pieces of this bro

I put another quarter in the wishing well I prayed to the dark, and down it fell Down in the watery deep are promises no one can keep Well I've spent so many diamonds my crowns almost bare And the patches on my heart are sewn on with care And every t