Lyrics:
o'place it was
Before it got "discovered" by the kind o'
Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him
Back when the world was young
An' man was a living god
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
down upon that street
And gone like a midnight was that man
But I see his six strings laid against that wall
And all his things, they all look so
surrounded by all of these lies
And people that talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us
Should this be
couple surrounded by family and friends
So wonderful and kind
It flies back to you giving dollars
To homeless men down in the Bowery
Not before they
times
Me and yo' daughter, got a special thing going on (we got a special kind)
(Of thing going on) You say it's puppy love
We say it's full grown
was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back
Polly Ann
Yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back and early next
home
And it's easy to go wrong
The men ain't kind like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
New Orleans held things in store
Things I'd never bargained
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her
Don't tell her it isn't so
We had a falling-out
Like lovers often will
And to think
the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
When Jenny was a little girl she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead
home
And it's easy to go wrong
The men ain't kind like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
New Orleans held things in store
Things I'd never bargained for
surrounded by all of these lies
And people that talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us
And should this be
days
In Christ I'm brand new all things pass away
Galatians five twenty four kill my flesh everyday
Devil moving tricky tricky
He think he know how
well
Oh, me?
Well, I've just been doin' the same ol' thing I've always been doin', you know
I've got a new lady now
And it's a little different then
this was a movie, you'd be here by now
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms
Little child
Runnin' wild
Watch a while
You see he never smiles
Broken home
Father gone
Mama tired
So he's all alone
Kind of sad
Kind
Come and meet
Another kind of love
Meet another kind of love
Different than the real thing
But just as demanding
And just as demeaning
(ooh, baby)
Gonna be me (it's gonna be me)
There was no rein to check me
When all those little things walked on by
Oh, but I couldn't even stammer
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