Sweet Corinna don’t lie. You know you don’t want to go. You don’t have to you know. You could lie here beside me. I’ll find you. You’ll hide me. Sweet Corinna you smile. What a smile has to say. I guess it’s o.k. if I lied down beside you and slowly untied you. Save your…
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Ruins
I sing for people and places, all outer spaces I’ve traveled to castles with kings. I’ve sipped wine from the vine in courtyards with pools fed by springs. Now I’m standing in the ruins. With the music they played on a hundred guitars still twirling like dancers in stars. I sing, Bring me back everything…
Protest Song
It’s hard to write a protest song, to love your enemy, to know right from wrong. It’s hard to know what to say in such strange company. Who to Jesus pray while sending children to their graves. He was not a soldier. No, Jesus saves. Show me, show me- where Jesus said the righteous should…
Plastic Pony
I say, Let me on that plastic pony! Stop the carosel! But it just keeps on spinning. I say, Let me get used to something, get to know it well. But it all just keeps on beginning. I can’t sit and watch forever. I can’t sit idle by. I don’t know how to hop on….
Nothin’ Like Lovin’
Taking it light is the only way to go. Taking it easy is better than some of the things I’ve known. I tried living the hard times underneath the wicked moonshine. For a while I was so blind, but now I’m beginning to see the light. There’s nothin’ like lovin’ to bring back the love…
Next Time You’re Driftin’ My Way
Next time you’re driftin my way, land on me like a butterfly. Dig your toes into my sand. So many times the days go by and night falls into my empty hands. Next time you catch my eye, touch me like the angel healed the lamb. Next time you’re driftin my way, dance with me…
Never Let Your Lover Down
Never let your lover down and you’re wise beyond your years. Knowing that a love with wings flies beyond your tears. And noone buys a love with wings, not even the king of the underground. They just come in timw whe you never let your lover down. Never let your lover down, them’s wings. Never…
My Death Comes a Callin’
My death comes a callin’. She’ll be my bride. The prettiest one I’ve seen in my lifetime. From the sky she’ll come a fallin’. She’ll be wearing white. She’s gonna be all mine. My death comes a callin’. My head’s held high. I knew sh’e be comin’ ’round this mornin. I tip my hat and…
Money Money Money
I can write one hell of a sad song but I can’t get paid to sing it. It’s gotta be diquised like a suicide and have a beat that’s really swingin’. They say, Don’t say so much and could you pick it up a bit. In not so many words and the few they choose…
Mardis Gras
Confiding in strangers. Torn at the stem. There’s a mardi gras in my head. I wish I wasn’t born again. If wishes were horses, there’d be some in my soup. Time until tuesday. Dames on the stoop. But wishes aren’t horses. Tie cans to the carriage. Throw those beads at my feet. This is the…
Mad A Gas Car
I wake up when I wake up. I sleep when I lie down. I eat when I find food. I drink when there’s drink around. I lie in the arms of any lady who’s willing to hold me through. I’m on my way to no place in particular. And, when I get there, I don’t…
Liz & Emmy
surrounded by secada screams summer screens riddled with holes a million moths have lost the moon and found his room he’s been cooking on coals got here on a tornado rode it steady as a train tonight he’s putting on a show and I’ll tell you why he don’t complain cause liz and emmy, liz…
Hate to be Lonely
What have I done? Look up at the sun. Hold my head high. Wonder why I don’t run. Been stealing kisses right from under her nose. Been out of my mind. Been out of my clothes. I don’t love her not like she loves me. Hate to be lonely, hard to be free. You know…
Grow Your Own
You have been looking for so long now but you can’t be found in an old sad town. Can’t find your smile since you put it down. Can’t pave a road to where you’re bound. You can stand on your head, but you can’t fool a frown. You gotta grow your own and pass it…
Dyin’ Man’s Diamond
Sailboat in a still sky. Tadpole in a puddle. Alone in a hayfield looking for trouble. Trying to make love from whiskey and rolls. Waking up late, two worn out soles stepping down higways and off to the side. Looking for traps, some place to hide. Shooting your poison and chasing it with pride. Chasing…