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You Are Everything
You are so good to me. You got me feelin'. Like I'm happy, I'm lucky. As free as a bird. . You got me feeling like. Love is more than a word. You are so good to me.
She Ain't Goin' Nowhere
(Guy Clark). . She was standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere else.
The Cape
(Guy Clark/Susanna Clark/Jim Janosky). Eight years old with a floursack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. He's figurin' what the heck.
The Cape
Well, he's eight years old he's got a flour sack cape. Tied all around his neck. He's climbing up on top of the garage. He's figurin what the heck. . He screws his courage up so darn tight.
Like A Coat From The Cold
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friend that old high life sure gives me a scare. Now I walked away lonely from those I thought would burn me.
L.a. Freeway
Pack up all the dishes. Make a note of all good wishes. Say goodbye to the landlord for me. All you know he always bored me. . And throw out all those L.A. papers.
I'm All Through Throwing Good Love After Bad
There was a time I was feeling so hopeless. It's a wonder I didn't cave in. Kept throwing love at all the wrong people. Never to see it again. . Oh Lord, won't You look what I've found?.
She Ain't Goin' Nowhere
Clark. She was standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere.
Old Friends
There's a ring around the moon tonight. And chilling wind. But I don't have to be afraid. Cause we're old friends. There's a heartbeat of our Mother Earth.
Lower Broad St. Blues
I just blew back in town. So I thought I'd hang around. I ain't got nothin' else to do. Don't see a soul I know. This street done took it's toll. Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues.
Homegrown Tomatoes
There ain't nothin' in the world that I like better. Than bacon and lettuce and homegrown tomatoes. Up in the mornin' and out in the garden. Get you a ripe one, don't get a hard one.
The Cape
Eight years old with a flour sack cape. Tied all around his neck. He climbed up on the garage. He's figurin' what the heck. Well, he screwed up his courage up so tight.
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