Lyrics:
the river She would know. But there are no palm trees On the street, And dishwater gives back no images.
the river She would know. But there are no palm trees On the street, And dishwater gives back no images.
Come on out here, Rhonda Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade She worked the night shift Dishwater blond, tall and fine She made a lot
Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade She worked the night shift Dishwater blonde, tall and fine She got a lot of tips Well, earlier I'd been
Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade She worked the night shift Dishwater blonde, tall and fine She got a lot of tips Well, earlier I'd been
showing But I'm still dishwater blonde And I can't keep my white trash off the lawn New money, old habits Loveseat in the plastic Steak fingers in
another day in, son That holds you 'til the getting's good Green ribbon front doors Dishwater days This whole town is tied to the torso Of God's
still hot And don't throw that dishwater out in the yard Oh, Mammie taught me how to sing a song She taught me to play her old guitar And at night
the butcher shop And the day is still in silence It doesn't change where you are Eyes clear as dishwater Dimples in time Beyond any doubt Beyond any doubt
and put another day in, son That holds you 'til the getting's good Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days This whole town is tied to the torso of God's
Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade She worked the night shift Dishwater blonde, tall and fine She got a lot of tips Well, earlier I'd been
Dishwater cafe in a torn paper street A rundown future let me down now everything's complete Uncurling human tragedy apparently a parody Send my love
Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, Irene As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde
of the stillness of our house (Ooh) Dishwater days She says she doesn't notice Nothing's changed but the sadness in her eyes Maybe it's something that I could
Butterfly kissing you by the river, where it started. Sandy strands of dishwater hair And raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields, Off-white, under
our mouth Make me a drink strong enough To wash away this dishwater world they said was lemonade Walk with me after the show Maybe we can find
bad guy red herring for you Wait. We were all thinking of you sun through the dark out clouds in my dishwater blonde for a reason stay fresh in my
a pack- age deal We have a pool full of noodles Y’all listening are just fooldles Running on vitamin water Y’all messy like dishwater Maddy hanna aub
Dirty bum asking for change in the slums Drinking dishwater while he's rubbing his lump He's the man with the cardboard kingdom On the side
the kitchen sink We talk about love We talk about dishwater tablets, illness And we dream about heaven I know it I think I know it from a hymn, ah They
the air Below, in the light of dented Saucepans, an onion Sprouts on the sill Dull metal and dishwater The sun in a knifecase The dolour of spoons All
the kitchen sink We talk about love We talk about dishwater tablets, illness And we dream about heaven I know it I think I know it from a hymn, ah They
rotting Dishwater blond on the front bench smiling Beer in her hand and the full moon shining Sunburnt shoulders honeysuckle This one sure feels like
As I pour the dishwater down And shake hands with that prick from school Who's still convinced that he owns this town All my bloodymindedness Left me
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