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
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
The money would be pretty good If a quart of milk were still a dollar Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart And the hours, well, I don't mind
If you were the woman and I was the man Would I send you yellow roses Would I dare to kiss your hand? In the morning would I caress you As the wind caresses
how them bones Danced for him tonight There's been a murder In the trailer park tonight Murder tonight in the trailer park Faceless man counting crumpled
The hoods are up on Pine Street, Rear ends lifted too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee Are making love with a little help from STP Their
A little of it must fall So she spends her evenings praying For a little of that southern rain Cars alive on city streets Of sparkling black water Like
its secrets very well That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell That man's soul has
Mornings feel so damn sad these days Without the call of the 8:15 That old familiar echo Has finally died away Leaving nothing but a chill Where there
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son, Stick it in the wind Put the mountains to your back The great plains on your grille Time to take a little
Living's mostly wasting time And I waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's not take too long You're as soft as glass and I'm a gentle man
She says, 'it's cold where you brought me' He says, 'Darling, don't worry You can stay in my arms Until the springtime comes We'll let the snow drift
Michael Timmins Black eyed man he took the blame for the poisoning of the well. They found his shoes by the pulley. They found his fingerprints all
Living's mostly a wasting time And I waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's not take too long I'm as soft as glass And you're a gentle man
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