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Watering the Roots (Sammy Rimington) · Auburn Collection (Erin McDougald) · Live in Auburn, WA (Jimmy Buffett) · Watering Ghost Garden (Creeper Lagoon) · Dark and Weary World (South Austin Jug Band) · Weary and Wired (Marc Ford) · I Am Sad and Weary: Jimmy Rodgers Revisited (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Rock in the Weary Land (The Waterboys) · Weary Remedy (Kate Gibson) · Weary Blues (Charles Mingus) – and 90 other albums »


and pony tails

Holding her bones by a fire
Writing the letter she sails
White page turns golder lights
Wanting her one sacrifice

Auburn and ivory
Oh, my brother
Won't you stand here beside me
We shall carry each other
And should your soul grow weary
Or the strength leave your bones
Oh my
guess
A certain way you stood apart from the rest

Now where is "sometime ago?"
When everything moved in slo-motion 
Caught by my watering eye
guess
A certain way you stood apart from the rest

Now where is "sometime ago?"
When everything moved in slo-motion 
Caught by my watering eye
rolls with the flow
She's seen it all through world weary eyes
She takes it like it comes and goes
She's forgotten more about life and love
Than most
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undresses or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by my bed and shiver as if she were
rolls with the flow
She's seen it all through world weary eyes
She takes it like it comes and goes
She's forgotten more about life and love
Than most
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she were
buried hatchets
Just bones on the table
Burnholes in the seats and
I feel weary in the weight of these days

I've been down with dogs
I've been low
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she
buried hatchets
Just bones on the table
Burnholes in the seats and
I feel weary in the weight of these days

I've been down with dogs
I've been low
the bag with the coins

Call me tomorrow, come over here
See if we can figure this out
There in an eye winking curiously
By the campground, the bedside
of the day
Affording the gypsy no rest

And the gypsy's bones were weary
And the front seat looked secure
And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone
summer of my remembrance
Settles on my bones
Cracked and weary, I ask for direction home

Home, let the word spill from my mouth
Love, love is
fighting days were done

But driven by a calling on his life
He spoke Gods words the bones began to shake
He stared wide-eyed as the flesh began to form
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by my bed and shiver as if she were
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
A cold wind pierce through his bones
And the sharp rocks cut his feet
His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns
His eyes appear to bleed"

The land is
to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody's
World tired, bone weary
Can't stand another day of rain
Go shout your troubles to the mountains
But the mountains echo back, it's the same old
Take my eyes, the things I've seen
In this world coming to an end.
My reflection fades, I'm weary
Of these earthly bones and skin.

You may pass
Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
Lay me down, it's been a long day
Time to unwind, time to relax
Let the tension flow away

My body's weary
to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate
Everybody's