Stopped at the border, they search our coats. but they didnt' see the pages between our notes. so we slipped on by, we were feeling high. it was alright - alright.
[Verse 1]. I see you've got the shivers,. Like dominoes one by one they fall.. Don't drink the water from the river,. It's that pollution makes the solution they pour..
[Intro]. Once or twice roll the dice and pay no attention,. What's a mule but a fool with blinkered intention?. . [Verse 1]. Once upon a boat in the Med,.
[Verse 1]. Gonna cut my hair, gonna get that job,. Wanna save myself some money.. I'll be out in a week and it's you I seek,. I'm gonna get you back my honey..
[Verse 1]. It's eighteen four nine,. By a creek near the western pine.. I know a man at the mine,. And he shares my thirst for the ole' jug wine.. And when the work is done,.
[Bridge]. Ooh ooh ooh oh oh.. . [Verse 1]. We live in a southern city,. We drink that ice and bourbon whiskey.. And you got time on your hands,. I'd advise you change your route-less plans..
[Chorus]. I gave an inch so you took yourself a mile,. Did the crime, spent the time, now they've got you on file.. You stepped outside and said you'd be a little while..
[Verse 1]. I've been too long fishin',. The night's now drawing down.. I'm just weary of wishing,. And my live bait's just skipped town.. I've tried longleaf worms spikes,.
[Verse 1]. Rat tattin' at the door,. Several people maybe more,. Form an orderly queue.. Ralph waits negotiates,. Weighs up n' pays up,. And heads off to consume..
[Verse 1]. And if they stared down straight at 12:49,. They could see the special comin' 'cos it's just down the line.. And old Casey keeps on stokin' trying to keep it on time,.
[Verse 1]. Homegrown southern red-eye in oak barrels,. Yeah I work until the twilight hits my door.. And as the sun descends into the shadows,. Yeah you'll find me n' Satan on the porch..
Who's pretty? Who's the man?. Who cares it's not my thing. Grew up listening to my daddy's jams so. Pop was the Beatles. . Found Freddie, Michael and.
it's been said of trees that they're imperfect men. imprisoned by the roots between their sins. with branches that reach into the dirt like arms. to plant their thoughts like seeds.
I've searched my whole life through. just to find you underneath these pines. I've thrown myself into. the waters where you've. been waiting all this time.
These new friends of yours. Speak of ashes and dust. Where are they taking us?. Feels like the end but we're just beginning. . These new friends of yours.
with the back of your arm stretched. we rode your strength to the end. and like an anchor with thin tape. it's hard to trust it again. through the miles that we've walked.
so what of this light. ascends to fill your sorrow. so what of these friends. that make you feel so hollow. so what if you're right. the future holds our home.
Bottle of wine that hadn't been opened yet. We forgot about it while you were here. And a string of blinking lights. That can now be put away. . And it's almost midnight here.
sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. watch as your arms grow weak. all of time stands still. . forget all your mistakes. and wash your spirit clean in the cool shade.