Set Me Up High Lyrics - West Was Burning - Martha Scanlan

Set me up high in the tallest tree 

dress me in lullabies and faded jeans 

rock me slow, and tell me lies 

one step over the line, this time 

I'm just one step over the line 

Pardon my heart, 

pardon my eyes 

I try to hold 'em but they skip and shy 

pardon my blues, they're the mixed-up kind 

ridin on a troublesome mind, 

I got the mixed up troublesome kind 

One of these days, 

gonna find me 

eatin peaches and a sweetest cream 

tell you what's what 

I'm gonna shine 

Shine like a brand new dime, oh I'm 

gonna stay shiny all of the time 

Some say love is like a honeysuckle vine, 

comes on slowly then it starts to climb 

sweet little flower, so soft and fine 

ridin on a troublesome vine, 

ridin on a troublesome vine, 

ridin on a troublesome vine, 

most of the time