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Well, shit, yeah

All you’ve got to do is look in the sky and wish
You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a
spirit ditch

He’s been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves
Abandoned on October lawns
Well sometimes he awakens with spiders on his eyelids

Rainmaker’s coming, rainmaker’s coming
Rainmaker’s coming to soak us with water

Sometimes you feel just like a stone tossed into the
deep
All you gotta do is touch a woman’s face that’s warm
with sleep

And he Read more…

Blanket me sweet nurse
And keep me from burnin’
I must get back to the woods dear girls
I must get back to the woods

In the bloody elevator
Rising for their first cup of tea of the day
When does sky turn into space
And air into wind?

The only things I really need
Is water, a gun, and rabbits
Let me rest my fevered cheek
Upon your warm sweet bellies

In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now
Come on boys
Please let me taste the Read more…

Hey joe
C’mon joe
Don’t make that sad song
Any sadder than it already is

Hey jack
Get back
Get yourself together
C’mon c’mon

I know you’re thinking about your nervous laugh
I know exactly what you’re thinking of

Hey sid
No matter what you did
It can work out
Work out

No matter how you fee

Right now

Hey george
Do your chores
Don’t feel sore

I know it’s a lot more
Than just being poor

There’s a heaven and there’s a star for you
There’s a heaven and there’s a star for you
There’s a heaven and Read more…

We were both standing in your mother’s living room
Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June
And the sweat rolled down your cheek and into your mouth
I knew this must’ve been a dream
‘Cause you’re mother would never let me in her house

You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow in town

Many years later the glassy month of December
I stood with my hands in my pockets trying to Read more…

We were both standing in your mother’s living room
Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June
And the sweat rolled down your cheek and into your mouth
I knew this must’ve been a dream
‘Cause you’re mother would never let me in her house

You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow
You are the most beautiful widow in town

Many years later the glassy month of December
I stood with my hands in my pockets trying to Read more…

He don’t get out much
These days
But I wouldn’t call him
Lazy

He sees the dawn sneak
Into the room
And knows the dogs
Will be up soon

And we thought that he was doing alright
As the sun chased down another night

And days careen
Like the waters
Of a river rushing
To the sea

Here she comes again
Down the staircase
She never passes
Without saying hello

And we thought that he was doing alright
And she says hello

I can’t forget the ghost
I can’t forget the ghost
I can’t forget the ghost
Of his Read more…

Well, shit, yeah

All you’ve got to do is look in the sky and wish
You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a
spirit ditch

He’s been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves
Abandoned on October lawns
Well sometimes he awakens with spiders on his eyelids

Rainmaker’s coming, rainmaker’s coming
Rainmaker’s coming to soak us with water

Sometimes you feel just like a stone tossed into the
deep
All you gotta do is touch a woman’s face that’s warm
with sleep

And he Read more…

Ten to one piston
And 292 to five-o-one camshaft
The heads at 2, 214, 181 valves
Bronze cast, they’ve been bow ported

850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
And a 360 single plane intake

What about your bass guitar?
Same

I want my records back and that
Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I’m sworn to secrecy

Woke up in a burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

The moon, it’ll rise with a search
Horse laughter, it’s dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home you’d know it’d be
In a slide trombone

I woke up in a burnt out basement
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

I woke Read more…

Ten to one piston
And 292 to five-o-one camshaft
The heads at 2, 214, 181 valves
Bronze cast, they’ve been bow ported

850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
850 double pumper holley
And a 360 single plane intake

What about your bass guitar?
Same