Lyrics:
feet that dance all day
Lonely little heart with lots to say
Stepping footprints on your mind
Offering thoughts of columbine
Bang the drum and blow
[Chorus]
(Well) I miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry Coke
Where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
You were cold as the blood through your bones
And the light which led us from our chosen homes
Well I was lost
And now I sleep
Sleep the hours
and there a look of danger
For a stranger
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York
of the soul
I never knew your heart could be so cold
You're driven by ambition and you want the best that you can get
Ambition leads you blindly if you let
Gonna lay my burden down
Lay my body in the ground
Cold clay against my skin
But I don't care at all
Can't seem to find my piece of mind
So
could kill
I'd be long gone
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust by now
Six feet under, a tombstone on a hill
Lying there alone in my new wooden home
If
Well it was Friday in the P.M.
And just like every weekend
I was ready to throw down
Yeah, I get a little tore up
So I call my bros up to meet me
don't fuck with your pretense
And we got a dichotomy, got me goin off the deep end
I'm finna go fuck on your friend, we'll be back by the weekend
My feet
what your drinking
I'll be by this weekend
I'll come by this weekend
Just tell me what your drinking
How was your week
I hope your off your feet
Do you
If he is watching still
I'd feel ashamed
What would he think of us?
So cold and mean
And cold's not what he was
Nor full of bitter thoughts
who are far too old
And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold
Bombers fly at zero
Bombers fly at zero feet
I see an old man knocked
you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye
And he loves the girls
And he loves the boys
Gonna make
of twenty five thousand feet at an air speed of sixty hundred miles per hour
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
I thought I might begin by filling you in
In case you didn't already know
I'll never forget how you got up
my eyes
My sins have made me blind
Sink into the holes in my eyes, yeah
Dead by dreaming
Sleep, you steal mine
Pools of cold sweat
Hatred
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
I thought I might begin by filling you in
In case you didn't already know
I'll never forget how you got up
that's kept afar
Except selected by he
Away for the weekend
Banished to the sea
A mainland voyage
In search for better dreams
Watch his footsteps
almost hear your cry
And I wanted to tell you that
But my own story held me back
Cold feet
Cold feet
But warm arms
And then the next time I saw you
In
But here I go again
Wreckless weekends, weekends
Led by my heart, not my head
Tearing this whole world apart
Bringing me down when it starts
And if
RIGHT WON'T TOUCH A HAND
WRITER EARL MONTGOMERY
Copyright 1971
The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet
As I walk down this cold and lonely street
My
cold now?
Why does my skin sag?
Why ain't my back straight?
Why do my feet ache?
Where did my youth go?
Where did my life go?
Remember walking in
summer by the sea!
Mmmm, Mmmm, wouldn't it be loverly?
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
in the mind
Diamonds may be sweet
But to me they just bring on cold feet
Someday you'll be like me
With someone who just wants to be free
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