When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad Seem like total silence was the only friend I had Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down... and
had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John
Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep And running like crazy while you
Wanda had a baby in nineteen fifty one. The father was stranger and a stranger was the son. Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home. Changing
While window shopping through the past I ran across a looking glass Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light Tragic magic prayers of passion
As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the "Hit Parade" And I hummed a long with the tune
While out sailing on the ocean While out sailing on the sea I bumped into the Savior And He said pardon me I said "Jesus you look tired" He said "Jesus
The night club was burning From the torch singer's song And the sweat was floodin' her eyes The catwalk squeaked 'Neath the bartender's feet And the
Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left
All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield
I don't care if the sun don't shine But it better or people will wonder And I couldn't care less if it never stopped rainin' 'Cept the kids are afraid
Billy the bum lived by the thumb And sang of the hobo's delight He'd prove he could run Twice as fast as the sun By losing his shadow at night Now he
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time
All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and
When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
Clocks and spoons and empty rooms It's raining out tonight What a way to end a day By turnin' out the light Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm
Oh I get drunk most every night Seems like all we do is fight The more I drink The less I feel blue Sometimes I feel like an awful fool Spendin' my life
Robert was a sailor For the best years of his life His captain was his mother And the ocean was his wife Only fresh out of the cradle Life's one and
