Iron And Wine - Wolves (Song of the Shepherd's Dog) lyrics

Wolves by the road

And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall

She leaned on her coloured hair

Like a butterfly wing in a summer rainfall

And the roll on the kitchen floor

Some f---er with a pocketful of foreign change

Song of the shepherd’s dog

A pitch in the dark in the ear of the lamb who was going to try to run away

Whoever got that brave?

Wolves in the middle of town

And the chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees

To wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes

And then dive like a dying bird and then they do with the daughter at the penny arcade

Song of the shepherd’s dog

Waiting around the jack caught the rooster

On a rooftop waiting for day

And you know what he's gonna say

Wolves at the end of the bed

And a postcard hidden in her winter clothes

She beat in the back of a truck

To the trailers when we trying to find the bullet hole

And then run down the canopy rows

Some mother and a baby with a cross to bear

Song of the shepherd’s dog

Little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your woolly wild hair

You'll never get him out of there

Thanks to mprep789 for these lyrics