Baby hit the back door breathin' real heavy Said the boys in the alley wouldn't leave her alone Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry She finally got
Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful As that of the rain soaked purple Of the white birch in the spring? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful
My first recollection, a day in December Black iron steam engine covered in ice Like some Cambrian monster Moaning and snorting Nothing was ever going
If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup
Reach a hand to the crescent moon Grab hold of the hollow If she sits in the palm of the left That moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm
Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale
She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And
If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is
Haven't seen the sun for seven days November's got her nails dug in deep Haven't seen my son for seven years And the chances are we'll never again meet
Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I
Emma's in a part of town Where she doesn't recognize the streets Named for famous native sons And out of every crevice comes creeping A threat in her
Check under his floorboard, mama I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat up rambler, Nebraska plates I ain't gettin' in I don't like the way his
Raise a white sail if you love me A black sail if you don't Seal me up in an impregnable tower Or surround me with an impassable moat I've heard all
I won't say I love you babe I won't say I need you babe But I'm going to get you babe And I will not do you wrong Living's mostly a wasting time And
Black eyed man he took the blame For the poisoning of the well They found this shoes by the pulley They found his fingerprints all over the pail Black
The hoods are up on Pine Street Rear ends lifted too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee Are makin' love with a little help from STP Their women
Murder tonight in the trailer park Mrs. Annabelle Evans found With her throat cut after dark Her pockets turned inside out Her dresser drawers turned
This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail That house there is haunted, that
