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Little Girl Blue
04:22
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I remember you well, at your lemonade stand,
how the cool water dripped on your little, pink hands;
and how no one was buyin', but me and your mom,
so you drank it yourself, 'til the streetlights came on.
Then, several years later, when the streetlights came on,
how we crept to the creek with a ball jar of rum
and a fistful of squares that you stole from your mom;
and they curled up in rings on the tip of your tongue.
Oh, but I never kissed you, my little girl blue,
just spent my nights drawin' and thinkin' 'bout you.
Then, after high school, I had to leave town
to sing for the swallows and sleep on the ground.
Guess I'll never know, if you think of me still,
how we used to sneak out and get high on the hill;
and how I tried to teach you the words to my song,
just to watch the notes dance on the tip of your tongue.
I suppose you've grown older and hardened your hands.
You've forgotten my songs and your lemonade stand.
I imagine you're married, with kids of your own,
whose lemonade tastes like the day I left home.
I never kissed you my little girl blue.
Still sing to the moon,
When I drink about you.
I'm howlin' you into the song of this town.
The owls and swallows
Will follow the sound.
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The curve of your arm
Is the comfort I crave,
My moon, my castaway crush.
I'll weather the storm
In taverns and caves,
While I covet the warmth of your touch.
Hang on to your heart;
And I'll carry mine.
Let none of us run, when we're called.
Just crawl through my window,
Some slow, summer night;
And throw blue silhouettes on the wall.
I saw, through the fog,
Your faraway isle,
When you laid your green lamp on the dock.
Just sing me to sleep
From your bright, crescent beach,
While I try not to crash on the rocks.
Hang on to your heart;
And I'll carry mine.
Let none of us run, when we're called.
Just crawl through my window,
Some slow, summer night;
And throw blue silhouettes on the wall.
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I’m goin' to the city to sell my song
Goin' to the city, but I won't be long
Don't be long
Just follow the stream to the railroad track
Follow this dream to the city and back
But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you
Don’t be long
Went to the city to sling my print
To squeeze three dollars from the four I spent
Don't be long
I'd rather sing underneath your tree
Maybe you'll share your peaches with me
I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you
Don’t be long
Goin' to the city to sell my song
Goin' to the city, but I won't be long
Don't be long
Got a pocket full o' pickin and rhymes
To trade for bottles and nickels and dimes
But I'd rather be kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissin' you
Don’t be long
Went to the city to sell my soul–
Try a deal with a devil–his hands were full
Don't be long
Brought five and forty for the radio
Please spin my story, so I can go--
Home
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Kiss The Ground
03:44
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Woke up this morning
Fingers found a suitcase in my hand
Woke up this morning, with a suitcase
I had a suitcase in my hand
Face against the glass
My eyes didn't recognize the land
Wires stretch out ahead
Like an ocean, waves rollin' up and down
Wires stretch out before me
Like a wine-dark ocean, rollin' up and down
If I ever get off o' this bus,
I'm gonna lay down, gonna lay down and kiss the ground
One night to flatten mountains
And turn white sand to snow
One night to flatten mountains
Oh, and turn white sand to snow
This old, grey beast freights loneliness--
She takes it everywhere I go
If I ever get off o' this bus,
I'm gonna lay down. I'm gonna lay down and kiss the ground
If I ever get off o' this bus,
I'm gonna lay down. I'm gonna lay down and kiss the ground
I ain't got a soul
Ain't got a soul
To throw my arms around
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Achilles Tenderloin Indiana
"...unforgettable, filled with both intense emotion and playful reflection. You’ll never forget the day you first saw Achilles Tenderloin..."
"File this one under brave, new blues."
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