She gets a little restless in the spring She might follow the lines you sing Bullshit though they are ?Cause sometimes that?s just the thing If delivered
ride the blue wind high and free she'll lead you down to misery leave you low come time to go alone and low as low can be if I had a nickle I'd find
Remember when we'd get together Burn the candle don't you know Smoke and drink and live forever No on e there to tell us no This time I'm gonna kill
They broke into your car last night, took the stereo Now you say you don't know why You even live there anymore The garage man didn't see a thing So you
Must be a cold front coming Cause I saw the eastbound C&O And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow And that boy'll drive me crazy Don't
Coming down the mountain boys what do I see Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me Better get your rifle before it?s too late The bear?s got a pig and
(Peter Case) Last night I wandered punch drunk & enraptured Out on the beltway where the business is done As I lay on the asphalt ?neath the glow of
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street Marble dust all over my feet Bearded masses at the gates Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late Drivin
hear the trucks on the highway and the ticking of the clock there's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon bullet holes in the mailbox bullet holes in the
I saw Pete and Johnny too Dressed up in their Sunday suits Getting themselves all up to go Down to Richmond to the traveling show I fixed the gate like
Don't know what's gotten into you Must be something in your genes About this time I was crazy, too And most times in between But I survived to live another
Where you going with your head hung down Papers blowin' through the streets of town They've already taken all of your posters down Didn't take 'em long
There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing and
Mama keeps tryin? to get the game on the radioDaddy?s gotta know the score There?s a big yellow thing on a flat bed trailer Wonder what that thing?s
They went about it in the wrong way I'da told 'em, but it wasn't my job It's on the news, it's in the paper What could they've been thinking of? I saw
My thoughts were gnawing at me so I tried hard not to think I took a pint of whiskey and I poured it down the sink I'd get my act together, I swore it
I guess you had your reasons For the way you used to be Don?t why I couldn?t please you You just never had much faith in me There?s fine dust in the
You look across the table with those guilty eyes So many mornings now, I shouldn't be surprised When you lash out at me then you scream out in the night