Texty: Gram Parsons. Kiss the Children.

Well, it's said my life is been so free and easy
But I'll tell you now the story isn't so
'Cause I've spent a lot of time down on the corner
Tasting tears and spilling whiskey on the floor

Such a shame that it's so hard for me to tell the truth to you
But by now you know the kind of man I am
So don't turn your pretty face away from me, dear
'Cause there's kids and this game don't understand

One more night like this would put me six feet under
But my heart will still be fighting for your love
Just remember, little darling, that I love you
And kiss the children for me, please, before you go

So don't play this crazy game with me no longer
'Cause I won't be able to resist my rage
And the gun that's hanging on the kitchen wall, dear
Is like the road sign pointing straight to Satan's cage
And the gun that's hanging on the kitchen wall, dear
Is like the road sign pointing straight to Satan's cage