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Boulevard of Broken Dreams: Melancholy Melodies For the Broken-Hearted (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Broken Head [Bonus Tracks] (Acid Drinkers) · South of the South (David Dondero) · From South Africa to South Carolina (Brian Jackson) · South of the South (David Dondero) · Head to Head (Jonathan Butler) · Head to Head (Jerry Weldon) · Head to Head (Jonathan Butler) · Body Head Bangerz, Vol. 1 [Body Head] (Body Head Bangerz) · Head to Head (John Allred) – and 90 other albums »


Distant stars
Come in black or red
I've seen their worlds
Inside my head

They connect
With the fall of man
They breathe you in
And dive
I was born in the south
Given to a town raised on hand to mouth
Born on the same day as the sun
Holding in the Earth's seed one by one

I died
(He) pounded my head with a rubber hammer
Now I'm shorter by over half a meter
I don't look down on anyone anymore
I don't spit on anybody's head
Blacktop moves underneath the sun
As the bus heads south through another Texas town
It's time to go to work and make my pay, yes it is
Oh no, no, no and I
Travelin' south, tryin' to work my way back home
I said I'm headed south, tryin' to work my way back home
I'm so broken an' hungry, ain't no money
China gets broken
And it will never be the same
Boats on the ocean
Find their way back again
I am weaving
Like a drunkard
Like a balloon up in
Broken, why concede?
Broken, crumbling with grief
Broken, I don't believe you're broken

You've given up, turned it in on yourself now
Not inward out
weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses

I know son 
Make it count son
About forty-five minutes south
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
the water there seems to be something ailing everyone
I'm gonna clear my head
I'm gonna drink that sun
I'm gonna love you good and strong while our love is
I'm gonna clear my head
I'm gonna drink that sun

The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinkin' slyly down the trees
One thing or another
Your head is filled with questions, 
sights and sounds
Distractions always get you down

Turn around
Trying to remember
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow one hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
south western drive
My lips parched and bloodied
My face torn by sand storms and pride
Pepper tree spreads taking many mans heads ?
But the one they
my mind
I'll let you take the whole thing down brick by brick
Tonight

And there's a devil dancing in my head
As I'm hovering above your bed
my mind
I'll let you take the whole thing down brick by brick
Tonight

And there's a devil dancing in my head
As I'm hovering above your bed
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
Ever' time I see her passin' by,
All I do is hang my head and cry,
And I can`t forget her tho I try,
All I do is hang my head and cry.

Oh, I
replied
You're what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts you really should have died

Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south
from my head to my feet
Hands are cut and callous
I spent all my bucks on a broke down truck
I broke down South of Dallas

I'm a happy guy when the miles
steins I feel better
But that broken down fan
They never fix it, them dumb Latins
There's a bayonet beside my head
There's a guard in the annex