The Old Iron Hills - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

What’s the cost to pay the piper?

Every note don’t come for free

Too busy dancing with the devil

Now it’s time to pay the fee

Every good intention laid to waste

I’ve lost control

Out to make memories, not burn myself alive

Fire breathing caught my eye

I can’t stop thinking about it

Until it’s time to cross that line

Back to the days where we still say grace

And a man’s words all he has

Way down south where they know my name

Homecoming

Headed back to the old iron hills

To the heart of dixieland

I’ll heal my wounds back in Birmingham

Keep staring that gift horse in the mouth

He’s smiling back at me

For everything I take for granted

There’s one thing left for me

Spent my life chasing my dreams

Now that I’ve caught them

Was it as good as I thought it’d be?