I got the honky tonk hiccups. Ready steady go. I got the honky tonk hiccups. Ready steady go. Honky tonk hiccups. Ready steady go. I found the cure on the hardwood floor.
The most tender place in my heart is for strangers. I know it's unkind but my own blood is much too dangerous. Hangin' round the ceiling half the time.
I shine like the sun. I'm on fire right now. Your tears have come too late. You break down the door. There's already nothing. I've only one heart to take.
When you hear me calling your name in the night. Do you run to your window thinking a coyote might. Be howling. When you hear me knocking at your door again.
Voices that did comfort me. Are furthest from my sanity. And come from places I have never seen. Even in my darkest recollection. There was someone singin' my life back to me.
What happens at home since I've gone away. Needles drop soft and sharp. And the leaves gently sway. Low ceiling moves in and circles the bay. Rain rakes the trees.
All night, all I hear, all I hear's your heart. How come, how come. . I twisted you over and under to take you. The coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest.
Driving home I see those flooded fields. How can people not know what beauty this is. I've taken it for granted my whole life. Since the day I was born.
In an open field at dusk. To footfalls I awoke. Marching ants across my temples, oh. . Their feet had no intention. They followed some magnetic drum. Prisoners of their destination.
Oh lie. I thought you were golden. I thought you were wise. Caught you returning. To the house you caught fire. But I know that I was your favorite. And I said Amen.
It's your bicycle bells. And your Rembrandt swells. You're children like. And still breathing. It's your look of loss. When you're coming across. Makes me feel like a thief.
I'm a dreaming man. Yes that's my problem. (Dreaming man). I can't tell when I'm. Not being real. In the meadow dusk. I park my Aerostar. (Dreaming man).
In the wintertime keep your feet warm. But keep your clothes on and don't forget me. Keep your memories. But keep your powder dry too. . In the summer by the poolside.
So suddenly the madness came. With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs. He locked the door. And shut the blinds. He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron.
He led you to this hiding place. His lightning threats spun silver tongues. The red bells beckon you to ride. A handprint on the driver's side. It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small.
I used a calling card of a pay phone. From the other coast. Just to tell you how good it was to hear you. In those songs you wrote. . They made me think there was something coming.
Baby, come out. I'll meet you in the street. At the place by the old fire station. We'll get something to eat,. Like we talked about.. . Baby, come down.
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears. I got all them buckets comin' out of my ears. I got buckets of moonbeams in my hand. And you got all the love, honey baby, I can stand.
I dropped my gloves into the stove. Hymns echoed out the grate. I fell in love with those electric lights. That drug me into town so late. . To nimble, cunning, clever nights.
Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls I've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green. . Bowling Green folks treat you kind.