You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare Which she rode across the country,
Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And you
the sand When you gave me your soul for to marry Dum da dum, da da dum . . . The cicadas in tune ain?t too noisy for you But too fast, as the night eases in Like dark wine
Is there a race involved? You run and hide, you get two stars Last night two fat skinheads whistled at her But she sleeps it off A whiskey scent on her
Strength like a stone, a texture you know And sewn in your children's quilts you made Can you be meek, lowered and weak Possibly tired as to see Her
Magazines and paperbacks, the perfect rainy day Jenny's packed the car by now and probably on her way Rise and put the kettle on, this feeling calls
The postman passed me twice now, I have waited an hour Blue sky churning black now, needled rain with the power Of magnified abandon, soaking through
A fistful of roses ain?t the best thing I could do I called by the clothesline, and the fish pond Called out for you You want an urgent, bent-guitar
Hello, cowgirl in the sand Is this place at your command? Can I stay here for a while Can I see your sweet, sweet smile Old enough now to change your
I was a quick wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my
Awake through the night, and this flood water ?round her Reminds her of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on
Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel So lay your pistol down, Granny The company men never
I've become a glad man singing a song About a soldier on a good and a fallen angel Naked as a fish and a high About a sad man climbed up a willow bough
She belongs back in western Kentucky Or maybe somewhere in Tennessee Far from home there?s a way to her body Though she?s wind-blown and slightly Long
Godless brother in love You might as well Lay down that rose And fold the flag She is money and tabs That broken freedom in See her big children burning
When the arrogant goddess of love came to steal my shoes She had a white-hot pistol and a noname hard tattoo Saying one's to give And one's to take away
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle
Come the evening of my days The dark birds in the trees and in her garden I think I?ll be there somewhere too The yarrow by my head where I have fallen
