Curtis Eller's American Circus piosenki

There's something about the people that been hanging around this place There's something about these people that'd knock me off my face I'm never gonna turn my back on this town again No, I'm never gonna turn my back on this town again There's something about...

Well the lions were all growing dizzy from starvation But they drag ‘em around in chains for a false sense of danger And their staggering walk goes unnoticed in the bleachers But from a front row seat you can make out the hunger As they roll through the number...

Everybody doubled up like moles All the birds sat right down on the ground And the sun was shining down on everybody's head but mine Lord, I bet that sun is just shinin' down Just like clockwork, I wash my face on Sundays And my eyes are bigger than hubcaps i...

Well the wind turned on Amelia just after sun-up And this radio's been acting up all day She disappeared in a cloudbank and the static never cleared Well at least you never have to die this way And they say she turned up again sometime in the 40's Going by th...

Since they started in with the talkies, you can't get a moments peace But they're talking just to hear their own voices, well at least... That's what it seems like 'Cause there's nothing that I've heard that bears repeatin' Won't you come back to the movies Bu...

The killer’s hands were all that the photograph revealed The evidence gonna take time to bloom But the image has been doctored and the negatives are scarred We will never know what happened in that room Questions like those are hardly worth the raisin’ But it...

You can still hear Al Jolson on the jukebox at Ruby's On the boardwalk between Stillwell and Eighth But the music sounds small... And the pictures on the wall... Make you fell like you've missed the parade And the photos of the old days like a star that's gro...

It's the third week in August When they leave their skins behind This time of year all the rattlesnakes are strikin' blind but that horse reared back and got one good kick He's staggerin' against his own weight If you put up a fight all your blood start to cir...

I remember thinkin’ it was over And that man of mine would soon be comin’ home But nowadays you can’t depend on nothin’ And I never can get drunk in this house all alone And the falling of the shadows wakes me up when I need you most And I’m so tired of follow...

Johnny's down in the basement cutting off that angel's wings Rusty scissors and wood glue...he's tying 'em on with wire and string And you know you're never gonna hide that scar Well you know you're never gonna hide that scar There's dried blood on the concre...

Well I won’t say Hallelujah, and my bible’s full of money Open up those church doors if you please ‘Cause man I’m comin’ in…and I ain’t gonna wipe my shoes Lord you can’t keep a sinner on his knees Well I don’t know how to tango, and there’s hornets in the da...

Wel the boys ain't ben down to the clubhouse In so long you would think it's a crime It's just me and those birds every morning I feel like I'm wastin' my time And this coffee takes a decade to boil And this ladder's like Hell on my knees But I'm up on the ro...

Well the grass was breaking up the concrete and the stone That’s when she stumbled into town And nobody was goin’ anywhere So they went and shut the monorail down And there’s wheelchairs rolling down the middle of the road And corn fields on Rosa Parks Avenue...

Sinner, you better get ready O, you better get ready, halleluia Sinner, you better get ready The time's a-comin' when the sinner must die Well, God gave noah the rainbow sign The time's a-comin' when the sinner must die It won't be by water, it'll be by fire...

Hey...hey Mary... I never seen it snow like it did last night I heard the runway's icing over And I hope you will forgive me But I lied about the stagecoach And I never...I never have been west of Chicago And there's a half dead full moon on the kitchen floo...

This is the room where Stephen Foster died And this is the song that finally broke his pride It's a 37¢ sentimental piece His fingers was shakin' on the keys But the melody somehow escapes me My memory has run dry And Elvis Presley gonna thank me for what I d...

They're putting water in the whisky just to keep the boys in line You ain't busting up my place like you did last time The drinks are getting weaker with every round they serve The way they keep us sober is getting on my nerves So when I'm dead and gone, I wan...

Just like Lon Chaney gonna climb down and Haunt you in you're sleep Just lie any decent funeral gonna pour out in the street If it gets too cold this winter time gonna flood the place next Spring You can bet it was a sure thing Just like that son of a bit...

I ain’t going no further This expedition ain’t taking one more step Days of climbing and nothing to show but a nosebleed And the base of the ascent is littered with the bones… …of every mule that ever was abandoned And every dog cut loose from the harness, fr...

October 12th is hotter than Hell in Texas I guess Elephants just go bad this time of year And Clara James had no idea what hit her Well we coulda done something if we had our shotguns here But corsicana Texas is town without no shade And we never shoulda let...