Asheville

Oh brother what have you done,

grown your hair in the sun?

You left your mother, your hometown scene

for some crazy dream.You left your will in Asheville,

now you're coming back home

to the place where Gods grace

goes gleefully unknown.Did all them trees and starry nights

cure what can't get better,

your hungry heart, your uncertainty

and tell me, did you forget her?Your brother is ill, that's nothing new,

now you're coming back home.

Your mother's here, your deepest fear

come on, come on back home.

You took a man from Gods plan

and now you're coming back home.

If God where here to see you steer

would he grab that fucking wheel?