The Stopping-Off Place lyrics

Well the fog's rollin' thick in the trees
And the fire burns deep in the hole
My conscience a wound with no salve
It betrays me wherever I go

Said the best way a man can go down
Is to die with his face to the street
And you guessed that the
Way I'd go down
Like a gambler who rolls off to sleep

But that night on the mountain
I staged my own death
Left my clothes scattered far
Down the trail
And I dreamed of your neck
Your raven-haired crown
With no trace, I jumped over the rail

Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place

Plain clothes knows nothin' bout me
And plain clothes knows
Nothin' bout you
He'll call off the chase in a snap
He'll give up the chase if you ask