Your big hands, your big heart and your pretty mouth. Saying all those sweet things to me. It's plain to see you're as crazy as me. It only seems to set my mind at ease.
You paint the floor back up in the corner. And when the floor is shiny and wet. You have no choice but to rise over. The painted trap that you have set.
Hey little Missy. Dont think we wont miss you. When you go out on the road. When you go out on the road. I know half of the story. Has never been told.
Sweet loving man you got something to prove. That's alright darling I'm trying too. I'm trying to figure it out and it's the best I can do. Just to keep from flying off into the blue.
Everything around here makes me sad. Everything is part of the dreams that we had. That will never be the way we wanted them to be. When we dreamed these dreams that we had.
My sullen songs have taken me far down this darkened road. I have seen the campfires burning, I have heard the drunkards howl. I'm silent in my solitude, I'm quiet as a thief.
Tonight, my heart is full of a sad song. My lonesome lover has taken off. I'm wondering around on a cloud. Empty heart, I've been down and out. . It's been a week I think since he wrote and it's sad.
Oh maybe, I'm a poor girl. That doesn't bother me at all. Maybe, I'm a poor girl. But it doesn't bother me at all. . When this world comes crashing down.
When the supreme authorities of our culture. Tell us to get down on our knees. And beg for salvation from some divinity. Is it any wonder there are people.
Gimme that old fashion morphine. Gimme that old fashion morphine. Gimme that old fashion morphine. It's good enough for me. . What was good enough for my grandpa.
Moonshiner, moonshiner. Pass it here one more time. Moonshiner, moonshiner. Pass it here one more time. . You've got that good, hard stuff. That always gets me high.
Oh, the sun's too bright. And the mountains are too far. And there's nowhere in town. I can get to in my broken car. . I've got nowhere to go but to sleep.
Jack and Edie lying across my bed. Flying high like the spirits of the dead. The living and the dead, the living and the dead. . Our Lady of Sorrows and the long dark night.
You're like a saint's song to me. I'll try to sing it pure and easily. You're like a Mexican blue. So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon. . I saw you riding on your bike.
To see mad Tom of Bedlam. Ten thousand miles I've traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes. To save her shoes from gravel. . It's well that we sing Bonney boys.
Feeling my blues, I tear myself away. He will never have to hear what I had to say. My little words are lost in the wind. With no where to go and I am just like them.
I wanna die, I wanna die down south Louisiana and the gray evenin' sky. . I wanna die, I don't care how (I'm getting out) down south Louisiana. And the lonesome highway sound..
I'm pre-meditating crime of a personal kind. I'm about to go out of my mind. I'm just about sick to death of taking breath. And walking this line of mine.
Broken by the silence that echoed in my heart. I couldn't help waving when the waves rushed my way. And the world tilted over, I saw in my dreams. Things aren't the way, I hoped they would be.
Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground. Nothing you do is done. And I can tell, you are not real. Girl, what are you doing here. . I don't know why, I am here myself.