A child like grace I wish you could've seen her face How bright that sunflower shone With a child like grace Running all around the place It should be
Consecrate your soul Or there's gonna be hell to pay You've got them where they live Come the Judgment Day Father, forgive our sins Mother, forgive us
Well, she's a rocker, she take after me She's a roller, rollin' a the family She's a rock 'n roll baby, a real gone twister But I'm tellin' you mister
Can you tell me what happened to the blossom Blackberry blossom when the summertime came? The blackberry blossom, oh the last time I saw one Was down
Time is red Time is deadly Time under glass Time will tell The tale of the widow Who walks her web Mourning the night Mourning the dead Did you lose
Kicked in his door at 5 A.M. "I've come for my bike" I told the repo man My 920's gonna take me far today You can travel for miles and never leave L.A
this is how I know Not by a traveler's clock It wound down long ago Is a bell ringing in my head? I remember you once said "It's just a trick of lightning, Michelle
Sybil sits in a rocking chair Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares Sound of a fiddle floating through the air From the Jones boy across the holler
This boy named Eddie used to set the fields on fire He's the only one I know who dared to name his desire In a county where the dairy men all had milking
Lay down your burdens Lay down your cares The Holy Virgin She's gonna greet you up there With a big can of spray paint With a big blank wall And I can
Down at the Cold War Institute They were signing new recruits He went down to the station in his three piece suit Now she had cried for him to stay But
Try and forget it yet it keeps you awake Live to regret it when the fever breaks Lighting up a cigarette even the slow hand shakes But it's a cold sweat
I know it's cold comfort They found him a guilty man But it don't feel like justice And it wasn't a first offense Heavy drink was on his breath Her death
Frankie was a good woman Everybody knows She gave her man Johnny a hundred dollar bill Just to buy one suit of clothes Frankie went down to the barroom
Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow How do you do, you walk so slow Like a little red rooster with one trick leg Looks like you the one laying the egg I don'
Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle Since the Mormon's come to town And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater Highway 79 thirty miles on
If she had it to do All over again It would be a photograph She would have a wide grin But no, it was an artist With a longing, loving style So when
Almost caught me a coyote today A lowdown skunk of a dog I say I fired my gun as he slunk away But he'll be back again It ain't been easy since my husband
