Voices on the Wire

I learned to sing from a cracklin' sound. An old AM

station, sun goin' down. Songs about sinners, saints and time. Truth told simple,

line by line. Here's to the voices on the wire. The ones who

sang through dust and fire. They didn't run, they didn't bend. They told the

truth right to the end. Some sang prisons. Some sang lies. Some sang love

that don't survive. Some wore black, some wore pain. Some just stood in the pourin'

rain. Here's to the voices on the wire. Gravel throats and

borrowed choir. They didn't shine, they didn't pretend. They told the truth right to