One more bottle of sweet wine
For me and my friends
One more high lonesome song
‘For we go

And it isn’t a straight line
But we’ll meet again
Down the road
We were raised in the ashes oh Lord

One more dance ‘round the fire
Gone down to the coals
Breathing smoke in the air
‘For we go

We are all dust and wires
That’s all these poor souls
Can afford
We were raised in the ashes oh Lord

Oh was it all just a dream?
Bout a ghost pulling strings
In a busted machine
I am haunted by all of
The hurt that I’ve seen
Everyday

Now the night’s at an the end
And the night’s getting cold
Everything comes undone
As we go

May the time that we spend
And the one’s that we hold
Be restored
We were raised in the ashes oh Lord

Oh was it all just a dream?
Bout a ghost pulling strings
In a busted machine
I am haunted by all of
The hurt that I’ve seen
Everyday

One more bottle of sweet wine
For me and my friends
One more high lonesome song
‘For we go

And it isn’t a straight line
But we’ll meet again
Down the road
We were raised in the ashes oh Lord
Down the road
We were raised in the ashes oh Lord