Time for Crawlin'

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The Dead South

The Dead South is a Canadian folk-bluegrass musical ensemble based in Regina, Saskatchewan. The band was initially formed in 2012 as a quartet by Canadians Nate Hilts (vocals, guitar, mandolin), Scott Pringle (guitar, mandolin, vocals), Danny Kenyon (cello, vocals) and Colton Crawford (banjo). Crawford left the band in 2015 and was replaced by studio musician Eliza Mary Doyle. Colton is now on their current Voices In Your Head 2018 Tour On occasion Danny is unable to tour and is replaced on cello and vocals by Erik "Del Suelo" Mehlsen. Often jokingly referred to as "Mumford and Sons' Evil Twins", the band played live venues before releasing their debut five-song 2013 EP, The Ocean Went Mad and We Were to Blame. Their 2014 album Good Company was released by G… more »

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Verse
Well these days things ain't been alright
My best friend's been a bottle nearly every night
So honey won't you let me in
I don't got much time as far as I can tell
Been walkin' a line between heaven and hell
So honey won't you let me in
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now my bones they are a achin'
From the choices I've been makin'
That keep draggin' me away from all the names I coulda taken
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in

Pre-Chorus
I need some help, I need a friend, I need some lovin' baby come on let me in
Well I've got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catchin' me knockin' at their doors

Chorus
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
I know I'm not the one who's been paying off his debts
But the winds are gettin' heavy here so honey won't you let me in

Verse:
Now that I've been knockin' at your door
For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin' sore
So honey won't you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by
He says "Come on man, you're lookin' bone dry"
So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now I'm sittin' right here all by my lonesome
Makin' my home on a paving stone
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in

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