Lady Simplicity. Bright like a ribbon bow. Everything everywhere. Just for the show. Believe it implicitly. Love is tranquillity. If you don't know that.
Standing there by a broken tree. Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me. I was damned by the light, coming out of her eyes. She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky.
I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand. Well it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand. Well it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me.
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me.
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be. Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me.
It's the last fair deal goin' down. Last fair deal goin' down. It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord. On that Gulfport Island Road. . Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time.
Lonesome World Trk 2 2:33. Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk). (Robert McCoy). Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937.
Verse:. Picture me in history fore I hit your screen. White t-shirt, blue jeans stay creased and clean. Free-styling as I walk down the block a routine since a pre-teen.
I've been fucking around while you've been saving the world. I've been out of my mind. I've been dreaming things and scheming things. I've been smoking the poison.
All of this ends. The mountain outlast the summer. Father gave us a number. Our very own. . All of my friends. All of my so-called brothers. We are dying.
Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree. Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury. And when he whispers commands in his megaphone. They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone.
It's a big world we are hoping for a big change. We are broken. In the fading light of the dying sun. We cry for redemption. . There is hope, there is hope and there is hope.