Kelly Joe Phelps Waiting For Marty 가사검색 :: 가사집

Waiting For Marty `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade Got it made, no one here, just the beer man's dog Howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone Waiting for marty to get home.

Piece By Piece `Kelly Joe Phelps`

by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the rocking chair waiting

Rusting Gate `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Tried my hand at company, wine poured out for two Blue charade that I have made while lying next to you Take the next thing home, my dear, leave me to my ways The only clothes that seem to fit are the

Worn Out `Kelly Joe Phelps`

No, I think not, it's as if my thought has worn the clown's disguise Oh, my little life worn out on a goddamn road I live to breath more than believe, a reason for this load Is it my own version of a terrifying

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Jesus name Leaving down the golden chain Ever hear that church bell tone Ever hear that church bell tone Ever hear that church bell tone I'm a poor boy, and all be no more When I'm dead don't grieve for

Footprints `Kelly Joe Phelps`

find me Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone The dirt high upon my back, yet it forever falling 'neath my long old worried soul Morning cares for

Wandering Away `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Will I shed one more tear for my broken family And have a glass of whiskey with another friend That has nowhere to be Get my feet on the road they feel much better there Gonna stop trying some day some

Cardboard Box Of Batteries `Kelly Joe Phelps`

The bill is on the table but i've got no coins for pay A beer half circle around her name. what the hell did she say?

Hobo's Son `Kelly Joe Phelps`

cold summer night sally slipped away Door left open wide not a word to say Hard luck took its toll I can't blame her none Not today might be here tomorrow She knew better fare when a girl at home Hope for

It's James Now `Kelly Joe Phelps`

, "Fine, ma, I'm fine" Seventeen pages set in place for a back line of memories Yeah, the new one's fighting for space and concern Walter winks across the cue ?

Many A Time `Kelly Joe Phelps`

wavering faith Let me go quiet That I may listen Understand better the weight of the cross Only believe Thou gonna be saved Hearken the voice here That calls in the morning Kingdoms and mercies and life for

Don Quixote's Windmill `Kelly Joe Phelps`

me Here in my eternal shell I laugh like bloody murderous hell Jenny keep the coal fire on I need somewhere to dry Had to swim the river cross With a poker in my eye Flashing still contingency Waved for

Roll Away The Stone `Kelly Joe Phelps`

why my brother gonna fall down Tell me why, tell me why my brother gonna fall down Pick him up, pick him up high Pick him up and take him home, lay him down there I got to start a crown when will I die For

Window Grin `Kelly Joe Phelps`

looking we\'ll sneak into the Promised Land We\'ll sneak into the Promised Land Sure all them blue pills, rock and mix the green ones in Oh, no kind of trouble but a man with a smoke and no regard for

Knock Louder `Kelly Joe Phelps`

You've surely done more pounding than I give you credit for I'm a fool most times, unusually so, and an inveterate sage With the wisdom of half a rock washed up on the sand So many simple things I just

Without The Light `Kelly Joe Phelps`

the bottom And nowhere can I draw shadows But I can see better without the light Hard times give me your open arms Make me a pallet to lie down on And hold me so I won't try to run away Cover my eyes for

Tommy `Kelly Joe Phelps`

, a good kind of watch It wouldn't tell time if you asked it Didn't have a face, just an ear and an eye To see him with Tommy stole candy from the corner store And gave it to the mice he built a home for

When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder `Kelly Joe Phelps`

morning when the dead in Christ shall rise And the glory of his resurrection share When all the saints will gather to their home beyond the sky And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there Let us labour for

Sail The Jordan `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Deeper and deeper as my mother shall feel the pain And her child shall gonna leave the sand Get on a boat and jump in the river Get on a boat, get on a boat and jump in the river and drown Well I sing for

Goodnight Irene `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Irene goodnight Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene goodnight Irene I will see you in my dreams Asked your mother for you But she said you were too young They said I would never see your face Well I wish

Fleashine `Kelly Joe Phelps`

one The breath in his hand waving Drives the gypsy woman mad She loves him anyway Has told him so a thousand times or more She refuses to believe that At 42 years old She's not still a butterfly Ready for

Train Carried My Girl From Town `Kelly Joe Phelps`

lord that train would turn around Bring my girl back to this here town I be crying hey, train carried my girl away I be crying hey, that train carried my girl away from town Smoke-cloud rising, heading for

Slingshot Professionals `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Fifty year old walking stick worn through the lion's head Carrid proud like a saber on a limestone statuette The little's can't decide which to lust for, which to desecrate Imagination sits with the marbles

Circle Wars `Kelly Joe Phelps`

one man night And he starts to see the fool behind the windshield One hand on the steering wheel another in the air Trying hard to catch the jet stream to make the flying easy But only grabbing hunger for

Cypress Grove `Kelly Joe Phelps`

cypress grove To have me a woman that I can't control your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold You're just getting ready for

River Rat Jimmy `Kelly Joe Phelps`

like a shine eyed mister zen River rat jimmy and Jehoshaphat Neither us knew who would pop and who would sink the lake And who would run off fast enough before the bow string'd break Man we was crying for

Taylor John `Kelly Joe Phelps`

the best of times A one-armed man with a box of dimes Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Come all you little sailors with a penchant for

Gold Tooth `Kelly Joe Phelps`

The air is turning cold outside It's a rabbi in a brothel for the third time The gold tooth of a broken man A white glove in a purse down at the bottom of the sea The day is turning dark outside All aspiration

Flash Cards `Kelly Joe Phelps`

the burglar's hand Holdin' my breath, then I'm sinkin' Waves in circle like a memory slowly fade away, slowly fade Remember me, when you look across the lake When a fish caught hard on the line Fights for

Katy `Kelly Joe Phelps`

Katy's down by the cellar door Calls for me to go Back down to the clover Singing soft and low Singing soft and low My little one's mother is Holding him and crying She hears Katy call my name And I can