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Grey Hair
03:45
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meet me in Mexico
there's a little town I know
where the tortilla ladies grant wishes
if your heart is true
and we'll count the days
like dominos lined up in a tray
and everything will be the same
meet me in London Town
it's a garden that's half underground
you be the one in the sun dress
I'll where the rain
and we'll count the days
like buskers outside Hammersmith Palais
and everything will be the same
you pluck out your grey hairs
send them to me in your letters
how they make their way to my wallet
I just don't know
the pennies I find on the sidewalk
can make it all better
who's to know
who's to know
meet me in old Saigon
we'll catch a bus and ride cross town
and give up our seats to old ladies
in gingham and cane
and we'll count the days
like bicycles blocking the right of way
and everything will be the same
you pluck out your grey hairs
send them to me in your letters
how they make their way to my wallet
I just don't know
the pennies I find on the sidewalk
can make it all better
who's to know
who's to know
we met in Petersburg
we met in Spain
we met in so many places
I've forgotten their names
now I count the days
like the whiskers I watch
washing down the drain
and nothing's ever been the same
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2. |
Mornin' Miss Mae
03:54
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Mornin’ Miss Mae, where ya been?
The county of Cook’s out lookin’, and they’re failin'
To catch the skip and spark of your smile
Keep those sweet brown baby eyes that you’re losin' day by day
Guess you’ll be getting’ a little bit older
losing cars and rolling stones away
I’ll be underestimating time and all it’s oft-forgotten ways
So good morning Miss Mae
We’ve got nothing to say
Morning Miss Mae, where ya goin’ to?
Mornin’ Miss Mae, I’ll let you pass
The county of Cook has given up at last
All the things that make you wait
take my hand, set me straight again
Guess you’ll be getting’ a little bit older
losing cars and rolling stones away
I’ll be underestimating time and all it’s oft-forgotten ways
So good morning Miss Mae
We’ve got nothing to say
Good morning Miss Mae
So good morning Miss Mae
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3. |
Lucinda
04:38
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I think Lucinda loves me
she's standing right above me
I'm in the gutter
and she's blocking out the stars
my hands are shaking
I can't light a cigarette
I think Lucinda needs me
she steals from church to feed me
she thinks she's helping
but she hasn't got a clue
my stomach's quaking
I can't keep down nothing yet
my mind is aching
I don't need no martyrette
sometimes the messages gets through so damned slow
some times you learn sometimes you just don't know
sometimes your ties can bind you
sometimes your ghosts can find you
sometimes there's just no time
to think about it
i think Susanna knows me
dread the day that she outgrows me
she gets drunk on the scotch I sweat
when she's rocking me to sleep
I feel so naked
and she ain't seen nothing yet
my conscience achin'
could this be my first regret
sometimes the messages gets through so damned slow
some times you learn sometimes you just don't know
sometimes your ties can bind you
sometimes your ghosts can find you
sometimes there's just no time
to think about it
Susanna, I think she loves me
Susanna, I think she loves me
Susanna, I think she loves me
Sometimes the message gets through so damned slow
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4. |
What a Woman Can Do
04:22
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