Texty:
Cowboy Junkies

You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son Stick it in the wind Put the mountains to your back, the great plains on your grille Time to take a little

She says, "It's cold where you brought me" He says, "Darling, don't worry You can stay in my arms until the springtime comes We'll let the snow drift

The money would be pretty good If a quart of milk were still a dollar Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart And the hours, well, I don't mind

We hovered with short wings Over the hillock crest A breath-like [Incomprehensible] Glowing, showing bones Glowing, showing bones With much bellowing

When the bottom fell out, there wasn't any doubt I just suddenly found myself free fallin' And from such a height, the wind, it had a bite And it took

I had a man, who's good And kind in his way Yeah, I had a man Sweet and kind in his way Lord, he died and he left me And I sing the blues On every Decoration

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Well, if that's the case

Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Now, baby, please don't go Back to New Orleans You know I love you so You know I love you so Well

It doesn't really matter anyway It doesn't really matter anyway Singer brought her to tears But they were my words not hers What I said or didn't say