(with Jimmy Buffett). . I love this town like an unmade bed. I love this town of the living dead. I love this town gonna paint it red. If I can spare a minute.
Sonny Curtis. Breakin rocks in the hot sun. I fought the law and the law won. I fought the law and the law won. I needed money and I had none. I fought the law and the law won.
I am on a Riverboat on the Saigon River. Where the music's too loud. While I try to have my dinner. Stories I've been told of 1954. . When the bodies washed ashore from that distant war.
by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker, Danny Flowers. Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails. He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells. He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico.
Grapefruit moon. One star shining. Shining down on me. I heard that tune and now I'm pining. Honey, can't you see. Every time I hear that melody. Something breaks inside.
Flippin' bottle caps through the ring around the moon. All alone on a Saturday night with the stars in bloom. I am a vision of my mother's dream come true.
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine. We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry. New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind.
I look out on these shields of heather. Across this countryside. I wonder how they've grown together. While people live such separate lives. I think I'll stay inside for the winter.
The drops from the faucet like a nervous heart. Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde. I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen.
I can't be your weather. 'cause' if it rains then it rains. I can't be your lover. 'cause' the feelings would change. I can't be the wind. 'cause' the wind blows too free.
Where are you going there?. With your suitcase by the back porch stairs. With my heart in your hand. In this cold December wind again. The cafes and bars are closed.
After you go, I can catch up on my reading. And after you go, I'll have a lot more time for sleeping. And when you're gone. Looks like things are gonna get a lot easier.
In 1914, this ball was at war. It went from Belgium on through Ireland. The Congo, then back home. . This big blue ball of war spun on it's own. Spinning history in lines of blood.
I dreamed of Louisiana. And a night in Lafayette. We had breakfast with Susanna. We were young and wild and left. . (chorus). What's different here than in that dream.
Here's a photograph of you in Woody Hermann's band. It was 1952, you were such a handsome man. One of you at a memorial with all of Hoagy's clan. And then you and my mother.
They both wrote poetry. In fact, that was how they met. He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge. She was from Massachusetts. . They spoke and they fell in love.
Intro. . Yeah.. Yessir.. Yeah. Griff. Neno.. Darius you a fool for this one bruh.. . Chorus. . Uh, hand me the cape bitch I got that super swagg,. Hand me the cape bitch I got that super swagg,.
Let me say this one more time. Just in case you didn't hear it right. I'll put it in my own words. So I'll know it's understood. You sent me out on a limb.
by Nanci Griffith. You can cuss the daylights out of this pale winter moon. And we can ponder every reason why your true love was untrue. You can cry your eyes out, I've got a shoulder here for you.
The touch of your hand will let me know. You take me in and let me go. If not for love why would we meet. How is it done two into one so easily. . We're lifted up by angels.