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Just My Size

Twenty years old with the whitest hair

Sometimes looks through me as if I wasn't there

They tried to beat the love right out of his eyes

But he came home from war and at night he cries

Thought there was, nothing there

But there was something left

And it was just my size

 

There I was right down the street

Coughing my lungs up as if they wouldn't keep

Hanging on, just by a thread

Cause in my gut there just ain't nothing left

 

Thought there was, nothing there

But there was something left

And it was just my size

 

So I lied just to keep you around

Nobody knew no baby's voice could be found

This sickness went through me like fire through a trench

You plodded home the world started making sense

 

Thought there was, nothing there

But there was something left

And it was just my size

Noonday Dream

In fields so green, sat a Noonday dream

With onion flowers in her hair, and bluebonnets everywhere

 

A Texas woman with an Irish name

She belongs in a song with a good refrain

 

In fields so blue, she cried for her love true

He didn’t want to waste away, and pulled the trigger that day

 

In fields so red, and all around her, blossoms dead

She didn’t want to perish too, and hoed the field to plant anew

 

In fields so white, the moon and stars shine bright

With onion flowers on his grave, and bluebonnets to make her brave

Empty Bed Blues

Came to this morning, the sun was shining bright

Looked over to your side, there ain’t nothing to confide, that’s right

 

The last thing that you said to me, that last bit was a lie

I know I don’t need nobody else telling me lies

So I went to sleep last night, without a glass or jug of wine

Just a little bit of whiskey does the trick just fine

 

You don’t sleep in my bed, you don’t sleep in my bed no more

 

Came round midnight and the moon was standing still

Looked over to your side, there ain't nothing to confess, but I will

 

Ain’t it sometimes funny how the one thing you want

Is just beyond your fingers even though they stretch long

So I went to sleep last night, without a glass or jug of wine

Just a little bit of whiskey does the trick just fine

 

You don’t sleep in my bed, you don’t sleep in my bed no more

 

One thing always helps me, call it diphenhydramine

The only problem is, baby, the sheets ain’t ever clean

 

Ain’t it sometimes stupid how one side of you gets cold

And the only one who can fix it can’t do nothing but grow old

So I went to sleep last night, I took a big ole slug of rye

Just a little bit of whiskey does the trick just fine

 

You don’t sleep in my bed, you don’t sleep in my bed no more

Touch

She caught a train going south

I’ll eat them words right outta your mouth

She’s a pretty little mess in a pretty little dress

She'll steal my heart right outta my chest

 

Lying in the shade your skin so fair

You drag your fingers right through your hair

As easy as the wind blowing through the chimes

I’m praying for a miracle, I’m praying for a sign

I need you baby, I need your touch

Like a gun for hire that’s seen too much

Lay me down on the butcher’s block

I need you baby, I need your touch


Jesus holds my heart in His hands

Throw me in the belt of Orion

Come and save me if you must

Take my pride, don’t take my lust

Take my rage, leave me just enough

I need you baby, I need your touch

Like a gun for hire that’s seen too much

Lay me down on the butcher’s block

I need you baby, I need your touch

Shadows

Nights are getting so late

I don’t know where to turn to now, baby

My nights are getting so late

I just don’t know where to turn to, baby

 

But I know, you’re the one

You’re the one I want to come home to

 

Shadows get so long

I don’t know which end is up now, baby

My shadows are getting so long

I don’t know which end is up now, babe

Pirate Song

Dear Polly I’ll write you this letter from the ocean
I feel like a pirate that’s headed to war on this shoreline
Ain’t seen nothing so big or so blue as this ocean
The stars they look like the embers we burned in St. Augustine
I’m a pirate, I’m headed to war and I sing

 

Dear Polly I’m so sick of the sea, I want to come home
When I get out, I’ll buy us some land in St. Augustine
I’ll give you three daughters and five grandsons and a girl
I’m a pirate, I’m out at war and I sing

Yo ho and a bottle of rum
I’ll fit you honey like a bullet to the gun
Yo ho, I see buckets of blood
Love you woman like nobody ever could

Dear Polly won’t you take my hand, I want to show you a dance
In three-four time, it goes...
Don’t matter, just stick close to me and dance like we did on Blueberry Hill
I was a pirate, I was out of war and I sing to you

Yo ho and a bottle of rum
I’ll fit you honey like a bullet to the gun
Yo ho, I see buckets of blood
Love you woman like nobody ever could

Dear Polly I’ll write you this letter from the ocean
When I get out, I’ll buy us some land in St. Augustine
I’ll give you three daughters and five grandsons and a girl

Jeans

Long hair dancing in the wind

Stepping over the cracks so she don’t hurt nobody

Jeans just hugging on her hips

Closing up her eyes so she don’t suck nobody in

 

Never meant for you to love me

Never meant for you to care

Never meant for you to love me

Shake your hips and your tambourine

 

Blue, like the water in a pool

Zipping up his fly so he don’t hurt nobody

Jeans just hugging on his hips

Shutting down a smile he doesn’t need nobody

I always meant for you to love

I always meant for you to care

So come on over here, baby

Scratch my back just a little bit now

Blue Moon

You're sugar and salt

It ain't nobody's fault

It's hard to think about the beginning

I love the Texas heat

'Cause it's salty and sweet

This dirty water has got me grinning

It was the sweetest sound

You coming around

The wooden floor creaks so slightly

You're a lunatic

And the air is thick

This only happens once in a blue moon

Every night, you got a different blue moon

 

You pass me by

With your Dylan and wine

You're driving a trail just like a Cherokee

I'd be much obliged

If you'd be drying your eyes

I just can't take your self-pity

You throw one back

Just cut me some slack

It's only the first one of the morning

 

You're a lunatic

And the air is thick

This only happens once in a blue moon

Every night, you got a different blue moon