I've seen you rollnI've seen you dienI've seen you washed outnI've seen you drynnI took a drinknWhen our water was gonenI felt your kissnwhen we knew it was wrongnnBut you're never at a loss for wordsnAnd the ones you say you don't take backnnBitter BranchnnI've seen your kindnBear away woodn'til Southern veinsnRun red with mudnnWhen you floodnYou're clear as ginnYour heart's too coldnTo wash away sinnnYou're never at a loss for wordsnAnd the ones you say you don't take backnnBitter BranchnnYou've got a soulnThat only means wellnDon't know the truthnIn the stories you tellnnPillar to postnJust send it down the linen'Cause the work ain't donenWhile the sun still shinesnnYou're never at a loss for wordsnAnd the ones you say you don't take backnnBitter Branch