God, I guess I kinda forgot you, But tonight I remembered your name, Which is why I'm callin' so late, And I hope that you still feel the same. But,
, almost out of gas. How come I don't give a shit about what's goin' on? I'm almost out of gas, almost out of gas. And I don't come visit, and I don'
you can. Betty Ann, Betty Ann, listen up, understand. Well, I love you as I've often said With your hair so black and your eyes so red. And your old
Why should we fear To say God's name? We are from here, And go as we came. We're part of all This terror and grace. Give me a kiss, Dear wrinkled face
meditate and get focused, focused, focused, They do a little hocus pocus, And the money just rolls in. They know all 'bout computers, your New Age, and
screamed and Hollered him to death with her helium woodpecker voice, pulled at him and Yelled at him and hit him and screamed at him until he had fits and
Like a dog, like a dog, I've sat by your door, Hoping for any scraps you might throw. And I whine sometimes 'cause I need your love. And I have loved
of town. You better get married, Mattie Price, trouble goin' down. These summer nights are hot, she sure don't wear a lot, She's always on that corner by the store. And
Two could swim sort of, two not at all, They was all plastered, havin' a ball. Well they left from the east side down a' carbide shack, They just went fishin' and
don't even see them, Their sons are not here, but someday they will be them. And groan as she passes, and whisper "Oh, fuck," My best years are gone, and
Say this deal's about over, and I guess that's true, Town used to have twelve stores, now we got two. Big boys movin' in, small farmers movin' on. The
Why do you even say that, say we'll meet somewhere? You hardly ever show up, you don't really care. So why do you even say that, say you got time for
chase and shot to shot. I'm all done with that somehow, And it's your town now. These days the mighty eagle sings, Of money and material things, And the almighty Dow, And
