Texty:
Akordy

There is a dead Opera star Floating in the great Dismal swamp And he was wearing A dress with watermelons on it And he stuffed his bra With spanish moss

( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become

I hear it in your silence, when you don't speak What was funny then, isn't funny anymore I can hear it in your voice, there's always a catch We're going

Imagine me still loving you After all you've put me through Well, I can't help it, I just do Imagine that and that's not the half Imagine this if you

The river ran through Howard County It was the life blood of the land It made fields of green tobacco Aching backs and callused hands Mama talked of a

I look into those blue eyes Something happens to me Although I know again tonight I'll hear nothing but true lies That string of broken hearts all over

There's a key in a letter unopened Buried back in an old dresser drawer There's a name stained with tears on that letter One that I'm sure I've never

If you ever want my lovin' There's a few things you should do Bring me coffee in the early morning And roses in the afternoon If you ever want my lovin

Once when my folks were gone I saw a lot of liquor I saw my tomcat Famose I saw my tomcat What? Tomcat What? My tomcat Tomcat I saw a bowl of milk And