Oh I know it's all wrong.. Couldn't write a good hit. so I'm writing you this song.. And you're not even a ghost. since you moved back home.. . Yeah, everything's cool..
This is her town now,. her body her bed.. The roads are all closed. and she is in my head.. . My friends became good husbands.. That's when I sold my nights..
Thanks to the merchant class. you taught me how to sell my ass.. Thanks to the working class. you taught me how to bust my ass.. . Alone in this apartment.
Cannot find the company. To keep this heart alive. Its standards and requirements. Are of the strictest kind. . And the local girls resistants. Does not help me with my efforts.
I remember you well in the Balmville Motel.. Neglecting me was what you did well.. Gave to my friends your charms without end.. And to me you gave nothing but hell..
Oh brother what have you done,. grown your hair in the sun?. You left your mother, your hometown scene. for some crazy dream.. . You left your will in Asheville,.
I hope I didn't punish you in the name of some justice. those whip and chain instructions should be written for me. I told you of my limits, the lines you kept crossing.
Saturday night and I'm all alone.. No ring on the door bell no ring on the phone. And nobody wants to know anyone lonely like me.. . Your boy friend's good looking, he's got it all there..
A man is like a rusty wheel. On a rusty cart. He sings his song as he rattles along. and then he falls apart.. . And we'll sing hallelujah. At the turning of the year.
High up above the crowd. The great Valerio is walking. The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud. And time stands still while he is walking. . His eye is steady on the target.
I'm just a little beggar girl and Sally is my name. You can call me a skiver and I'll call you the same. You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame.
This cruel country has driven me down. Teased me and lied, teased me and lied. I've only sad stories to tell to this town. My dreams are withered and died.
Dirty people take what's mine, I can leave them all behind. They can never cross that line when I get to the border. Sawbones standing at the door waiting 'til I hit the floor.
See the boys out walking. The boys, they look so fine. Dressed up in green velvet. Their silver buckles shine. . Soon theyll be bleary eyed. Under a keg of wine.
I feel for you, you little horror. Safe at your mother's breast. No lucky break for you around the corner. 'Cause your father is a bully. And he thinks that you're a pest.
I was under the Calvary Cross. The pale-faced lady, she said to me. "I've watched you with my one green eye. And I'll hurt you til you need me". . You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes.
Hush now baby, don't you pout. Spring is just around the corner. You may be down but you're not out. Spring is just around the bend. . The honey circle or the wine.
Night comes in, like some cool river. How can there be, be another day?. Take my hand, oh real companion. And we'll dance, dance till we fade away. . Oh, the songs pour down like silver.
The passenger window framed you like a screen. And deep in my mind I was filming a scene. Of the land rushing by, your shades and your hat. I prefer a memory to a photograph.
Oh, who will remember, oh, who will be sure. And still feel the silence as close as before?. And was there a season without any rain?. Ah, never, oh, never, oh, never again.