Butch Hancock To Each His Own
down in the pit of my stomach
i knew it couldn't last...
it left me just as fast...
i tried to blame it on the moon above...
as i walked the beach alone
but all i heard were these few words...
TO EACH HIS OWN
down in the heart of the matter...
i first lost touch with you...
but for rosy and her constant chatter...
there was not much i could do
the world i tred to reach with her...
you can only reach alone
i even heard rose say to herself...
TO EACH HIS OWN...
i've seen survival's violent side...
i've seen some beast of prey...
bring down some beasts of burden...
that just got in their way...
some tore the hide...some chewed the
flesh...right down to the bone
some stopped there but some kept goin...
TO EACH HIS OWN...
i've run these things around my mind...
i've run 'em thru my heart
in the mighty dream of life i seem...
to play the strangest part
if i'm buried when i die...
carve this on my stone...
take a little here and leave a little there but
give...TO EACH HIS OWN...
