: You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride
home To the peaceful valley Down the winding river To your city your soul I've grown so tired And my hearts grown heavy To walk any longer To your cities
is broken My love is gone If I hadn't cheated While you were gone The well that we'd Been drinking from Wouldn't a dried And turned cold My days are empty My nights
: Trains moan in my sleep when I'm trying to go to bed moving way to slow for whatever that they be carryin' and I've been working hard ever since I
: I can't find the gun It's only getting worse So I get loaded up On silver bullets And I can't see the sun I know it's gone away I can't be the one
me right You don't do me right Why you do me wrong when the rope gets tight? When the rope gets tight When the rope gets tight Oh day, oh night, oh
: I can be taught but I'm not learning Over and over I lose I make mistakes, get so sorry I can't unwind like yarn from a spool I'm a little shaky gotta
: Pa drove to town yesterday to pick up a friend He found the locker she lay in He drove to old man Ed Somerton's place To finally disappear He got there
: Tell me what sin replaces love I wanna know, right now Tell me what sin replaces love I wanna know, right now Imagine yourself on a mountain Mountain
: Laura lays on the foot of the bed Mimics a noose with a telephone cord Doctor's on the phone Then she hangs up and says "I ain't never gonna see the
: I got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls I got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers, where I keep those
I go One more kiss 'fore I go One more night and day Breath all heavy and slow One shot, one beer and a kiss before I go I'll miss those nights at
I got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls I got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers, where I keep those
do me right You don't do me right Why you do me wrong when the rope gets tight? When the rope gets tight When the rope gets tight Oh day, oh night, oh
You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride
See the rain on the street The way the cars shine And the scotch that she drinks With her lips so fine And her shoulders go weak As she closes her eyes
Pa drove to town yesterday to pick up a friend He found the locker she lay in He drove to old man Ed Somerton's place To finally disappear He got there