Lyrics

11. It Don’t Hurt

Shut all the windows
Pull all the shades
Daddy’s in a mood tonight
Daddy’s in a rage
His clothes smell of kerosene
His fists are caked with dirt
Yeah, but after a while, it don’t hurt

I spent my life a-runnin’
Since I was just sixteen
Blew from town to town
And I seen my share of mean
Yeah, I seen my share of meanness
Though I’m no expert
I know after a while, it don’t hurt

bridge
I met a girl in Richmond, so tender and true
She searched my eyes for answers
But I would not share a clue
I packed my bags to leave her
‘Cause that’s what I do
And I thought that it might save us
An awkward moment or two

She spoke to me then
In her quiet, steady tone
You don’t have to carry
This burden all alone
She unpacked my suitcase
My pants and clean shirt
She said, after a while, it don’t hurt
She said, after a while, it don’t hurt

Ernest Troost: vocals, guitar