Micah P. Hinson — The Quill lyrics

Lyrics

The quill holds the paper still, the ink draws nothing from this lonely heart
The quill holds the hand still, the paper draws nothing from this lonely heart
Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Alone thinking of ways you’ll come back to kill me Oh darling yes you’ll kill me,
Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Alone thinking of ways you’ll come back to kill me Oh yes you will kill me The windows hold the glass panes closed
From shattering against this worn and lonely heart
The glass panes hold the windows closed
From shattering against this worn and lonely heart
I’ll keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked
Still thinking of ways that you’ll come back and kill me Oh darling you must kill me Keep the gun cocked, you keep the barn checked
Alone thinking of ways you’ll come back to kill me Oh darling you must kill me