Live Oak by Jason Isbell Lyrics and Chords

Live Oak is one of the most popular songs of the time. Live Oak lyrics were written by Jason Isbell. This song has sung by Jason Isbell

SingerJason Isbell
AlbumSoutheastern
Released2013
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Live Oak

There’s a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
And I wonder who she’s pining for on nights I’m not around
Could it be the man who did the things I’m living down…

*****

I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac
When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back
I’d never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze
So I found another victim every couple days
But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known
To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone
The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men
Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in…

*****


Well you couldn’t stay a loner on the plains before the war
When my neighbors took to slightin’ me, I had to ask what for
Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town
Soon she’d heard about the boys I used to hang around
We’d robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple of men aboard
When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword
All the things that she’d suspected, I’d expected her to fear
Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here…

*****

There’s a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
And I wonder who she’s pining for on nights I’m not around
Could it be the man who did the things I’m living down

Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine
And buried her so deep, she’d touch the water table line
And picked up what I needed and I headed south again
To myself, I wondered, “Would I ever find another friend”

There’s a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me…

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I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac

When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back

I’d never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze,

So I found another victim every couple days

But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known

To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone

The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men

Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in

Well you couldn’t stay a loner on the plains before the war

When my neighbors took to slightin’ me, I had to ask what for

Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town

Soon she’d heard about the boys I used to hang around

We’d robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard

When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword

All the things that she’d suspected, I’d expected her to fear

Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here

There’s a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be,

And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

And I wonder who she’s pining for on nights I’m not around

Could it be the man who did the things I’m living down

Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine,

And buried her so deep, she’d touch the water table line

And picked up what I needed and I headed south again

To myself, I wondered, “”Would I ever find another friend””

There’s a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be,

And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

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