Shackle On The Ground
There’s a shackle on the ground
That use to be around my leg
Cold like winter and heavy like a fallen dream
I use to say when I get out I’ll be a new man
And the skin around my eyes will say I’ve lived
A life that should have been never did begin
I use to talk about my lovers
Blonde’s curls and blues for miles
Now all have gone and married never will I see this side of love
When I was young I was a strong man
But the crime stripped muscle from my bones
Thirty years have past grey hair crooked back heart like a stone
There’s a shackle on the ground
That use to be around my leg
and now I’m left here wondering do I want to start again
