Trinkets Songtext
von Louie Bankston

Two, three, four

While I walk in Yazoo city
I had thought from Memphis just the night before
Well, I heard a friend had passed
Ain′t the first, and he won't be the last

I didn′t wanna come back
But you couldn't carry the weight alone
And I hope there's no regrettin′
A man and his wrong journey home

When I got down to New Orleans
I didn′t think I'd be home quite so soon
The old town got me down, and I was faced to ground
Just about to drown by noon

I spend the years that she takes off my life
And I spend them as I go
It′s the smokin' and the drinkin′ and the feelin' that I′m sinkin'
To lead me to wander around a pinprick map


Well, I got to see my old friends
And we smoked and sang all night until we crashed
And I made my peace with my daddy
'Cause you know he could be the next to pass

His door is always open for a hot meal or a change of clothes
And I got boxes in his living room
Filled with trinkets from a past life
I might put ′em in the front yard and sell ′em all off

Well, I knew she kept her bags packed, stacked by the door
'Cause it ain′t "if", but "when"
And I ordered two from the barmaid, before I sat down
Just to keep you from askin'

"Did you love her more, or did you just fight with her a little more less?
Than all the rest?"
It′s the lessons that I've learned about the bridges that I′ve burned
That makes my deathbed the only warrant for my return

And I, I'm gonna ride on through
I'm gonna stop just to get what I forgot
You know then my heart′s been true
But I′m still mad at you

I don't think I can do it any better than that
(That sounds good) I mean