Lyrics:
looks a lot like his daddy
These things are a poor man's gold
It's the twinkle in the eyes of the gray haired old man we call grandpa
Tellin' tales
other windows he had looked at turkeys
And ducks and geese and cherry pies
But through this window saw a gray-haired lady
Table bare and tears in her
the love of another man's wife
But I've had it coming I've known all the time
No more stone walls and steel bars and you on my mind
Gray-haired warden
There's a beautiful grey haired Madonna
Oh what's taught me what life had in store
And I lift up mine eyes to that same tender skies
In the shrine
Constant gray-haired hunters are after me
On the collision course in the room of the lie detectors
Someone's ideas are a joke
But this one is all
and I know I've done wrong."
"Then go write a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one
looks alot like his daddy,
These things are a poor man's gold.
It's the twinkle in the eyes of the gray haired old man we call Grandpa,
Telling tales
cold gray walls of stone
Cause I know I'll see my last sunrise with tomorrow's early dawn
Cause an old gray haired judge said guity for your crime you
wrong."
"Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one word of the man who had
to the question of life is a gray-haired bitch at least
Suckin' on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets
Spittin' out the aftertaste of a boy who might
gray-haired, gray-gray-haired
He’s gray-haired, gray-haired
He’s gray-haired, gray-gray-haired
He’s gray-haired, gray-haired
He’s like a nut, chocolate-brown
Grey haired girl, where you walkin
Twelve steps from your grave
See your face round every corner
Hear you shakin those chains
Grey haired girl,
a letter to
My grey haired mother
"An' tell her the cowboy that
She loved has gone
"But please not one word of the
Man who had killed me
"Don't mention his
and I know I've done wrong."
"Then go write a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one
gray-haired Daddy
Driving my limousine.
Now it's all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When
knows that I love him and I tell anyone
I'm goin' home tomorrow and see my son
The train is pullin' in now and there stands dear gray haired mom
But
done nothing, is it mine for the taking?
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
A washer of windows for newborn babies
A pat on the back from the gray-haired old ladies
Benny got a new tattoo
Down at the St. Mark's Zoo
He walked down to the park
Drinkin 40's, till it's dark
Talkin to a grey haired man
In a tie-dyed
and I know I've done wrong."
"Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother,
"An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone.
"But please not one
gray-haired
Seventy years of Texas
Who's doing all he can
Not to give in to the city
And he always takes the rent late
So long as I run his cattle
And he
Yeah church, Church
Bottleneck
Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by
A gray haired man
Gray-haired and flint-eyed, his sunburned face lined
Grandpa was a man of few words
He had a way of not wanting to say
Any more than he thought would
He's a songwriter legend that grey haired old man
They don't say much to him he don't say much to them
They wonder what goes on inside his old head
Strawbs - All The Little Ladies
looking through their windows
Peering through lace curtains
All the little ladies
With grey haired hat-pinned heads
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