Testi:
White Jim

Cold front bearing down, blowing in from Birmingham. By dawn the window's wet with icy rain. Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours are throwing little white

I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth gonna comb out love, gonna comb out hate gonna get me a new

Dixie is a scourge and a scar and a girl in my heart and a state of mind. Jesus is the man with a plan... he's a short haired Mexican friend of mine

Where in the world did you come from my dear? Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been stranded

me, then you ain't no friend of mine.a?? It's late at night and this motel room's drunk, I been listening to the lonesome wind crying. My best friend once said, a??Jim

Out in the junkyard in the pines they're working over time hacking back them vines, that're eating up their their minds. Fruit of the vine... that old

Things that you know. Places you won't go. Faces where you see traces of yourself. Oooh, life's a big mystery. In the puzzle of history, I see pieces

That's how they found him... he was howling at the moon. Sitting right there on the railway tracks With the train a'coming. There was a string of wild

3 A.M. I'm awakened By a sweet summer rain Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train Was I dreaming Or was there someone just lying here Beside