Chris Whitley piosenki

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?" It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget, Everybody must give somethi...

Businessmen like babes lay sleeping on the lawn Cops are standing naked, breaking into song If I took her now as the one for me Could effect a change accordingly Statesmen and salesmen bend to kiss the ground Lawyers and losers hold hands and hang around...

There's a dirt floor underneath here To receive us when changes fail May this shovel lose your troubles Let it fall away Well the mist shall be your blanket While this moss shall ease your head As the future is soon forgotten As the dirt shall be...

Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With them rusted engine blocks A ghost town with a gold mine A pick axe in my head I'm beggin', mama, please move over Kick them stones out of my bed I met my sister Sandra With the...

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming, Your flaming feet burn up the street. I am homeless, come and take me Into reach of your rattling drums. Let me know, babe, about my fortune Down along my...