It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don’t matter, anyhow An’ it ain’t no use to…
Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at Or maybe it’s…
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded,…
Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin’, backstabbin’ phony I…
Redirecting to a newer version of this post.... Crickets are chirpin’, the water is high There’s a soft cotton dress…