I make my money selling speakeasy gin defying logic and law every time the blind pig comes to take his cut he wears a sickly look on his jaw I know
On a dark and cold and windy night A man left from his home Said I?m going to find my fortune father, Leave well enough alone. He took off on a silver
In the hour before the devil finds I've died I'll move slow as my ending descends from the pines Because I couldn't stop for death She kindly stopped
I hope I find a noble death and avoid an angry trigger I guess I'll find my ripe old self or at least that's what I figure The sour breath of a disappointed
I was a man with a plan and I landed in New York City I found a world that that unfurled an taught me the meaning of haste I found a well healed girl
Steppin' out on the great lawn in the new green shoots of a crop There was a wind in the wild rough grasses and a broad swelling heat when it stops Standin
Counting hours in a place that doesn't have a name There were thousands who were laid to waste But no one who could take his place The Ohio River bank
I was workin real hard in a gravel yard when I came across a silver coin you know it wasn't that much but I tried my luck because I'd had enough of being
There?s a light in the kitchen, somebody?s home A woman is sleeping, a man sits alone Alone, all alone. Then comes the dawning Then comes the morn The
With baited breath and open arms I passed the gates of an old junkyard It was a truck farm with crops of trucks I laid down cash and I picked one up
Under the burned out skies of dark December Lonely visions passed me by It was a voice I heard that whispered softly and carried me away to a place of
The piano played a melody that haunted her for days and love made love for a heart thats aching He could sooth a world that moves in the most peculiar
Laughing bright eyed in the grass I smelled your scent as your body passed dreading Monday at Sunday noon you'll be returning here none too soon The
I saw beauty above the clouds I was hiding behind the station People lined up on every block came to witness the coronation In the hush of the night
Samuel Aging Spalding was from Spokane Right around the corner from the church Just above his temples he was balding Hear him pray, hear him pray You
It?s a good song, playin on the radio It?s a fine fine day, I tell you cause I think it?s so. It?s a good life that comes upon ya now and then. And I
I am not like those before me standing in a suit Now I face what stands before me And I'm singin' and I'm searchin' Singin' and I'm searchin' for the
