Fly low ye carion crow seize my body for the dead I owe drop me high into the depths below for the things I've seen no one else should know it's just
Oh lady fair, your stranglin' hair ribbons 'round my tongue. i try to speak [but] my thoughts grow weak from all the yarns you've spun. i heard them say
Darlin I can't wait for you to leave this town you just got here too late and no one wants you 'round with one foot on my back and the other on the rail
Well i went down in empty lane searching for a song came back an empty man my whiskers they hung long lord they hung long and yes i am your native son
So now let me tell you about this girl of mine hard like all men's dreams in the days of '49 [?] hallowed, we must swallow fast away she breaks but distance
Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love The heights to which you drag me, just
I was daily growing Dressed in red from head to toe You were all the thought I was knowing And the sun gave shine, no care the season While I learned
Why must it come to this You disown me with a kiss Another number on your list Guess that's me But old girl, what have I done Another fool blind by the
Well, it?s just the fault of circumstance The game of youth, the threat of chance And I can?t seem to find another way To justify my loss of words But
Step out to clutch the evening air Distraction from your disrepair And all of those who say they know And walk the balustrade 'til dawn You won't blink
Let this be our last goodbye No need to wonder why Never had the time to try But don't blame me Don't let me down so slow Damage done now you can go
It's all downhill from here So bottle up your fear Head's on a bit unsteady I think you'd better steer See, I'm north country bound Gone, but still reknowned
Why must it come to this? you disown me with a kiss another number on your list yes that's me but oh girl what have I done? another fool blind by the
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. Raining hail, born to fail. Nobody come for to go my bail. Sun, don't you rise no more. Well I shot one man
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the
Oh when the summer sun come cutting Like a clean razor blade And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made Reached out my hand for the curl of her
Baby, let your light shine on me When I'm lost on the road You know you could set me free You could ease my load Days get so dark that I can't hardly
My baby breaks by the sea floats her arms around me They pretend to be free She don't mean nothing to me This broken opera just screams what don't get