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Dust on Mother's Bible (Buck Owens) · Sings Her Gospel Hits: Dust on the Bible (Kitty Wells) · Dust on the Bible (Kitty Wells) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust the Dust (Ghost Town Blues Band) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · Lonely at the Top: The Best of Randy Newman (Randy Newman) – and 90 other albums »


to sledgehammer
And leave nothing but dust

To dust
To dust
To dust

Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
Strangled by a Bible Belt
a last look at the sky.
'Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust's gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust's gonna blind your eye."

Run, Molly, run. Look
You gotta walk that lonesome valley you gotta go there by yourself
There's no one else gonna go there for you you gotta go there by yourself

Now my
my cows and turn my stone
Till the big Grand Coullee boys come along

My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil
piano
I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust
But I can't close the lid

You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning
Little Sister
(John Cale, Lou Reed)
Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done
My love and I are fleeing
Running into the sun.
if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light
you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John are and the wolfman kept me company

By the light
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light
I remember the ways in the by gone days
When we were in our prime
How us and John L 
Give the old man hell
Down in the blue diamond mine

Well
a picture that was taken,when he and Mom were dating
Standing by his 1040 Ford and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptized
I guess no one
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
Dirt, Mud, and Dust
Bibles and Beer
Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers
Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground.
Hard times, High winds can't
Little Sister
(John Cale, Lou Reed)
Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done
My love and I are fleeing
Running into the sun.
From surrounding forests
In a window I saw
An altar flame aglow

In the primal shrine
Moist and dust
Untouched for centuries
Ancient bible scripts
my face cool on the floor
And john, john comes by to drop off his envelopes
Still playing postman after all these years

Pull down my army surplus
truck
And I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
No one's business but my
what on my mind

The Bible was changed to suit King James
Many empty lies, hear say, hear say, hear say
John public blind, public want to know
to dust, oh my

Well once I was a daisy, many years ago
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago
But I was met by a goat who fell in a moat
said
"No, you see, I don't have my Bible and since we can't
Display our religion in public, here, I brought along this deck
Of cards" and with that,
to dust,
Oh my.

Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting
I am entering the winter of my life
Reflecting on my days gone by
The process has begun, the picture is abstract
There's no turning back from
Get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on another brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to the wall Pecos, Texas flanked by
sentiment
Yeah, it's tragic, but it's true my friend
You know it really makes no difference
Your little bleeding heart

I thought you would have got it