She's a brown skin girl from El Paso City. He's a sweet tempered soldier from Fort Bliss. They ran off one July evening. All concerned said this one is anyone's guess.
by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker. When I wake in the night. And find that I'm dreaming. You're the first thought in mind. Love's a fair-weather friend when you're lonely.
A grim and primal mind. Animal inside. Words reduced to spit. Violent sickening. . Bloody flesh left hanging. To expose the bone. Head so full of demons.
I'm working on a morning flight to anywhere but here. I'm watching this evening fire burn away my tears. All my life I've left my troubles by the door.
im supa x4. . yeah yeah the word is im supa,. Trust me believe what you heard's not a rumour,. Your bout to learn im the tutor,. na i dont care bout the past more concern wid the future,.
Cut the flesh and worship blood. Rotting carcass fucked. . Strong uncut devour. Necrofetish drugs. Consuming my soul. Putrid gods unfold. . Necrophiliac fetish worm.
By the time I get to Phoenix. Was the last song on your mind the day you left. Then you woke up in Nogales. With Tequila with her name across your chest.
There's no time, fuck around. How hard can it be?. Head straight for the fucking nerve. Take a stand, be a man. . No compromise. No compromise. . No, nowhere left, you to hide.
I am a backseat driver from America. They drive to the left on Falls Road. The man at the wheel's name is Seamus. We pass a child on the corner he knows.
Banging fists, a bloody mouth. Head first into metal mayhem. Broken bones, shattered skin. Violent and harmonic. . Pleasure bathe in blood. Chaos all around.
Griffith/Littlefield. I have traveled far to be sitting here with you. And I will leave this place alone. That's a sad and simple truth. There is so little time and so much to say.
Split the morals of ancient rules. Their cross left red and splintered. Old enough to remain. The lesser of two evils. . Gods consuming man. Weakness turns fanatic.
In the wee small hours of the morning. While the whole wide world is fast asleep. You lie awake and think about the girl. And never ever think of counting sheep.
Taking all to the extreme. Four souls determined to be free. This is something we believe in. . Don't you underestimate. The will to drink and dominate.
If these old walls. If these old walls could speak. What a tale it had to tell. Hard headed people raising hell. A couple in love living week to week.
No turning back, no bowing down. The past has served us well. . Grow that hair, drink that beer. Live without remorse or fear. . From hell & back. We carve ourselves a name.
Griffith/Littlefield. This flesh and bone ain't much protection. For an honest heart like mine. A broken home for good intentions. Damaged inventions of my design.
Echoes from a bottomless pit, bottomless pit. A girl embalmed in blood, piss and spit. Shrieks and prayers won't save her now. As the priest climbs down to fuck her mouth.
by Nanci Griffith. Chorus:. Oh I wish it would rain and wash my face clean. I want to find some dark cloud to hide in here. Oh love and a memory sparkle like diamonds.
I embrace a world of wrath. A path so grim and horrid, horrid. . No illusions, no god or goat. No dying worthless mimic weakness. . Written words without proof.