I have hung out with the beasts
of the field
And with them I've spent many
long nights
Got in some awful bad fights
I came unstuck, I was down
on my luck
And I'm still gettin' over
the bites
Sounds of my own heart breaking,
not to mention my mind
Nothing can hurt me, a small
voice said into a mike, take a hike
No one will lead me astray
anymore
You are welcome to try if
you like
Welcome to try if you like
I had been down in the valley
so long
I had almost run out of respect
Got in right up to my neck
Battered but wise to the truth
and the lies
That no layman would ever
accept
Reaching for all of the good
things in life
Can provide some suprises
I guess
It may be the way we are dressed
These threads that you see
mean so little to me
They don't count when they
put us to rest
Late about dusk I would start
to feel
One more day had been lost
Nothing I'd say ever seemed
to convey
How I felt with that I have
dealt
All of my children are healthy
and sane
They may say anything that
they like
Say anything that they like
Sitting alone in the Blue Ridge
Saloon
Is no place for an angel to
be
Ladies make faces at me
Battered but clean I had pulled
my machine
Off the road, I was too tired
to see
Wearing a smile like the rim
of a cup
I will get down to my final
point
There is no one left to annoint
And the sowing of seed was
it good, yes indeed
It thrills me but only to
a point
Use your imagination, try every
trick in the book
My mother said with the life
that I led I'd be broke
Holy smoke
All of my children are healthy
and wise
They may say anything that
they like
If they want ta preach and
are not within reach
They may say anything that
they like
Say anything that they like
Marco Giunco |
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