Hey... welcome home I got a little wine Some marvin gaye Come on and taste me Come on and take me, i'm yours Dance, little sister, dance This is my girl
All the dogs are haunted And the snow melts on the grass You were what I wanted But the fever could not last In the day, I am dreaming In the night,
I'll be the wind in your leaves The warmth of the sun I'm always drawing your colours I'm always tracing your footsteps It's a hard world it's a cold
If I wanted to say to you That I wanted to see your face again That I want to hear you laughing In spite of all the damage I've done If I wanted to
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was
well in my time of dying i don't want nobody to moan all i want my friends to do come and fold my dying arms well, well, well so i can die easy
Took a walk in my neighborhood It was two in the mourning By the skytrain station The streets were full of junkies and homeless And they all wanted
Out in the trees, dirt on our knees We laid him down forever And on that hill there it was still As in the ever after He lays his rest we knew it best
Wound up drunk again on Robson St. Strange cuz we always agreed At the start of every evening That's the last place I wanna be Coffee drinkers dressed
Don't you fall in love with me Don't show me your affection I can't give you what you want from me I don't want the attention I gave away my heart before
It was on one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu. And I was on the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew, I cursed all foreign money, no
You said to yourself that we did not love you All of the years didn't mean nothing You told yourself we would not forgive you Mistakes that you made
Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues All the birds flew south for the winter
Run away to the seashore it doesn't matter anymore Doesn't matter anymore Words dry up and fly away with the passing of the days Eventually you just
I wish, I wish my baby was born Sittin on her mama's knee But you, poor girl are dead and gone And grass is growing over thee. Oh I'm not no saint,
if you ever get lonesome and you're down in san antone just beg, steal or borrow two nickels or a dime and call me on the phone i'll meet you at
Well I married me a wife She gave me trouble all my life She ran me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, rain and snow She ran me out in the
well i ain't gonna marry neither settle down i'm gonna sit right here 'til i tear this barrel house down ain't no use a weepin' and there ain't