Why don?t we talk about it- Rodney Crowell Once I had a woman with a high-head And I let her treat me mighty low-men She made a lover of my best friend
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday The rock of my soul went to work on Monday Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks The other side of
You lay there fighting for each breath While angels hovered 'round your bed With open arms like God?s own smile They led you to the light What a battle
I don't like humus, I hate long lines Nosy neighbors and the nation blind Chirpy news anchors alter my mood I'm offended by buss words like awesome men
I'd love to hear you laughing Love so see you smile Dance that little dance you danced When you were just a child The way the world came at you Left
Daddy bought you like a toy Mama taught you to be coy Make your bed down in the dirt Bow your head, lift your skirt From your lips to my ears All down
You've got me worried now It makes me feel somehow As if the world is gonna break Oh, c'mon, short of breath It's like I'm scared to death That I might
Time is jammed and flying fast Breaks the bed and the pots hold rough I'm out here running from the past What we had was not enough And she just touched
I don't mind the thought of growing old But I don't wanna lose my sense of humor I'm okay as long as I can laugh I don't care if everything goes wrong
So much beauty, abs and tush Swoop down on you like a burnin' bush Pop religion bullwhip thin Says you ain't nothing but the shape you're in Come on now
Know me if you must But don't try to make my life easy I don't wanna be somebody That I can't better be I don't wanna stand in the back When I can't
If I could have just one wish Maybe for an hour I wanna be a woman And feel that phantom power Maybe I'd wanna stick around for a while Until my heart
Forty winters, cold and dark Surround you like a beauty mark A tilt on the accesses That time of year And the flesh of your cheekbones Says no damage
The New York City winter comes in cold gray sheets of steel The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway
Give to me my time and money Give to me my milk and honey Give to me my self respect Golden chains around my neck Give to me my super model Corporate
You don't have to be rich I don't have to be drunk in a ditch You don't have to be the top of your class I don't have to have wavers of brass You don
There's no feelin' no better than this There's no mountain so high I can't climb There's no shortage of comfort and bliss There's no reason I burned holes
The last time I saw Jesse The moon was a-hangin' low And she was standin' on the front porch With her hair tied in a bow The sweetest sound I've ever