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blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say,
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, 'This is what
Salvation must be like after a while'
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say,
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, 'This is what
Salvation must be like after a while'
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way
Born at the end of a Minnesota freeze
Eldest child of Willy and Louise
His little sister died at the age of four
The family posed, led by Louise
Like
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
his final round
All the people and places past
They went by just a little too fast
How I wishI could've slowed this engine down.
This train keeps
and you make me
Ooh just a little less lonely

Uh huh

Now we could dress up to the night
Blue jeans would suit me fine
You know we've always been
a little 'bout love
And baby I can guess the rest

Well now I don't read that daily news
'Cause it ain't hard to figure
Where people get the blues
They
they can't use
If they stick to themselves
They'd be much less abused

Say I know a little
Lord I do know a little about it
I know a little
I know
dig what they can't use
If they stick to themselves they'd be much less abused

I know a little
Lord, I know a little 'bout it
I know a little
I
commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what?
One less bitch you gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out

Yo, there was
a little 'bout love
Baby I can guess the rest

Well now I don't read that daily news
'Cause it ain't hard to figure
Where people gets the blues
They
the ground I'm gonna just ride on out
There'll be one less pony in this one horse town
I've been lassoed by loneliness branded by the blues
I'm gonna exit
disguises

She gets a little I guess
She gets it more or less
She likes surprises
Anything in colorful disguises

So easy to leave it or take it in
and a right button eye hanging by a thread
She carried it gently up to her room and laid it on her bed
with her other dolls.

She loves the broken ones,
and a right button eye hanging by a thread
She carried it gently up to her room and laid it one her bed with her other dolls.

[Chorus]
She loves the broken
as the mountains, wide as the widest skies
And that's both sides, well, at least as big as me

Speak a little softer and work a little harder
Shoot less with more
I've got ripplin' water to wake me
To the mornin', my woman, and love.
Tall pine trees are pointin' us easily to heaven above.
Blue spruce clinin'
I've got rippling waters to wake me to the morning, my woman in love,
Tall pine trees are pointing us easily to Heaven above.
Blue Spruce flaming
And takes the time away
And every pilot learns to fly
To steal the blue in pilot's eyes

I'd better be careful that I don't
I'd better be careful that I don't