Lyrics:
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
to give you no pain
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
And after three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
She is a promise
You swore unrepeatable things in her bed
Sacred vows
Said out loud
But she can't make you keep your promise
Your promise
Red, red roses
Shortest straw challenge liberty
Downed by law
Live in infamy
Rub you raw
Witch hunt riding through shortest straw
This shortest straw has been
As they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your
turning red
The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said:
This is the Army, Mister Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When
counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried
In your heart
I glide by
Slip a cigarette
In your bed
to the moon?
Is there room in your life
For one more?
Burn red burn red and gold
Are the deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red burn, red and gold
the head
Kick you in the bed
(Over you) hot lava
Oooo it's so hot
Oh, It's burnin' up in here
Oh oh look out, it's about to erupt
Ooh ooh my body's
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of red roses
Oh no, oh no, cried she, that grave's not meant for me
Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be
Yes, oh
Long handwritten notes, deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late
I stood right by the tracks, your face in
Trouble
Don't you see
That in your bed
I find no sleep
I confess you came because of me
Trouble get behind me now
Trouble let me be
they tell me you're going away
As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
motion
Standin' there in my party dress
In red lipstick
With no one to impress
And they're all laughing
As I'm looking around the room
But there was
saying something stupid like "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's
tight where you've made your bed
Last kiss, leave your lips blood-red
Burning bridges, breaking dishes
Look, you made me something vicious
Understand
before a man
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
It's written in the empty bed
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass
Tryin' to mock the way
not an ordinary thing
And my heart just breaks in two
'cause I can see you standing there.
You know that I can't bear your wounded heart.
Paint
the head
Kick you in the bed
(Over you) hot lava
Oooo it's so hot
Oh, It's burnin' up in here
Oh oh look out, it's about to erupt
Ooh ooh my body's
you are causing to me
As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we
cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yipie I ay, yipie I oh
The ghost herd in the sky
As the riders look on by him
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