Intro & break:. E-d-c#m-a7. E-d-c#m-a7. . E I left my cinder-d-ella at the c#m payphone, a7 with a pocket full of dimes. E I get the d feeling she's still re-c#m-searching, gonna a7 leave me behind.
Ah Miss Mary, won't you please come home from China?. Bring a bottle of whiskey and a tin cup for your teeth. But don't you sneak into the back door wearing some disguise.
Can I take my gun up to Heaven?. You know she's always been by my side. So can I take my gun up to Heaven?. I'll check it with St. Peter at the gate. .
He wasn't out to get me. He wasn't quite so easy. Time isn't on my side. I am under pressure from myself. Too late to find it all again. I am out to get my only friend.
Traga saliva amigo. sabas que este da iba a llegar. mas no por esperado es menos triste. tan slo ms absurdo.. . El vuelo en este avin se me hace largo.
You thought you'd found someone. Who could take your cheap romance. Just another name to write down on your wall. . You don't know how much you hurt me.
Mardi Gras lights up the city. Winter rain is comin down. Never seen anyone look as lovely. As you do right now. . Hear the marching bands behind us. See the bright lights up ahead.
I don't know who you are or where you're going to. All I know is that I like the things that I see in you. You got what it takes to make a happy man out of me.
Verse. Dance with wind and danced with fire. Killed the truth and called it a liar. Bleeding in it's mystery and the moon begins to fall. Dreamers are not all they seem.
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck. Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck. Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck. Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck. . Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
The satellites are out tonight. With grace. Tracks of motion. . Heat on cold. Fast on slow. . Consumer. . Hello. . The satellites are out tonight. Like dancers.
Like crusades across the infinite, night swallowed light. Cursed were the minions rebellion, An image of the serpents creation. Reveal and enter the passage, enter into the phantoms fire.
A billion words ago. The sailors disappeared. A story for the children. To rock them back to sleep. . A million burning books. Like torches in our hands.
I know myself. I know myself. I'm coming back from yesterday. I've seen the wall. I know it's shape. I'm coming back from yesterday. I'll life it up. I'll raise it high.
Is it wrong to sing to a child in a minor key. Will she learn from me to smile. Or will she see right through my eyes. And wonder what is wrong with me.
(Chorus). Cross the Brazos at Waco. Ride hard and I'll make it by dawn. Cross the Brazos at Waco. I'm safe when I reach San Antone. . On the Chisholm Trail it was midnight.
Nashville nights are lonely signs that point to broken hearts. Broken lives and families that love has split apart. Children who miss Daddy, Mommys on the run.
If you're in a bind,with a troubled mind. I'm a mountain,come on and climb. Because you look so good,to be so down. It won't take much girl,to turn it all around.