Lyrics:
He wore a Stetson hat
People everywhere would
Laugh behind his back
No one cared to take
Any time to find out
What he was all about
Fear kept
His dying barely made the morning paper
And they summed it up in twenty words or more
Killed in action leaves wife and baby
At Route 1 Box 144
the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers
[ with Charles Haney ]
Every son wants to follow in the footsteps of his dad
That's why my boy is in this cell next to me
Tonight I'll sing him
Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his
like some fallen angel
Martyr in the square
With his feet to the fire
You, you might as well hold your peace
Singer of sorrow
Prisoner of desire
Oh,
He's a fairy feller
The fairy folk have gathered 'round the new moon shine
To see the feller crack a nut at night's noon time
To swing his axe
you like music
I'll sing you like a song
I'll lay you down gentle
I'll love you strong
I'll dry your teardrops
Each time you cry
Wrap you in my
why
Leaving youth to count the cost
They only suffer times gone by
It would never be the same
If ruler lived beyond his past
He would have
the back of his hand
He's an old time country singer in a honkey tonk band
He's a friend to all the dancers and the drinkers in the crowd
Remembers all
Exploded on the water for everyone to see
And humiliate that American
Captain Kennedy
I saw him in Nassau in 1971
His strength was failing but he still
When a man of my age shaves his face in the morning,
Who is it that stares back and greets him?
The ghost of his father long dead all these years?
to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B fucking singers in the god damn breaks
Try to go commercial but
to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows, but she's a junky with a limb.
The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pen
I'll
and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
his time a-swishin' flies
And the Navajo watched the lazy skies
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the people passin' by
One day
loved by his mother
Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You
changing times
There's no one can make me
Change my mind, no
In these changing times
Like a rock
You're always by my side, girl
Now listen
Some men
Exploded on the water for everyone to see
And humiliate that American
Captain Kennedy
I saw him in Nassau in 1971
His strength was failing but he still
I'm proud to be an all American singer
I hear talking on the radio
of war on thought and conspiracy
And some people judge their fellow man
by their
and the female singer was an unknown singer at the time named Melissa Manchester.)
You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata.
As time goes by the tales grow taller
About possum in possum hollar.
As a young man I'd go a courtin'
With my sweetheart named Sally Blair
Down
people aren't always what they seem
It turns out the lyrics that you live by are a fraud
When your favorite band's singer got arrested
With a tranny
Early in the morning
About the break of day
The earlybird is working
So his life don't fade away
Spends his life denying that
He's got no time
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