1. |
Bitten By A Rottweiler
06:30
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Bitten by A Rotweiler
When I was just A Young Kid.
Easin down the road.
Low - Cut green bushes, and
Barbwire fences along.
A skull Print on my back.
And dark clouds chasin my head.
High - Cut green boots, and
Red wool socks. Ran into the woods.
Ref:
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon.
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa.
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line. In Front of Leihra Night skies.
And with A scar on my left eye.
I decided to take the right Hand road. Slicked back my dark hair.
Laced up my black boots, and
Started runnin from you.
Ref:
And from the Rocky hills of Lisbon.
To the Skin- boned face of Theresa.
Where we hung our clothes on the washing line. In Front of Leihra Night skies.
Bridge)
And with the eyes of my Mother I.
Saw whats beyond the mountain side.
And with the back of my Father I.
Stepped into the liquid with you.
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2. |
Down A Steep Hill
05:54
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Down a steep hill
It's down A Steep Hill.
Comes an Open Street.
Where the Kids Are playin wild.
And Scoobie Do lunchboxes are stacked aside.
In the Talll Green Gras.
We Used to play.
Our faces were painted.
With the colours of the landscape.
Ref:)
I'm A ramblin Men.
I'm A gamblin Men.
I can sing sad, sad lullibies.
My Family tree is growing bigger.
And I'm growing to be A Men with
Such sad, sad eyes.
With A fever on my mind.
And A suitcase in my hands.
I hired on A ship made of concrete cement.
It was cold, so bitter cold, on the Cape horn coast.
Ref:)
I'm A ramblin Men.
I'm A gamblin Men.
I can sing sad, sad lullibies.
My Family tree is growing bigger.
And I'm growing to be A Men with
Such sad, sad eyes.
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3. |
Jules & Jerome Blues
03:44
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I saw you wavin.
Your skinny white Arms.
High up to the Sealing.
Waitin for some Kind of Feeling.
I saw you Losin.
The only Pal.
That you'Ve ever had.
Your eyes always Looked bitter.
And now they Look so sad.
Ref)
The sidewalk cruisers.
And the sunset drifters.
They made me , stick around.
For A little to long now.
If A shoe doesn't fit your pretty padded feet.
You just Chance your ways & get A new personality .
Babe dont You know, babe dont you know.
That is kinda wrong!
Ref)
The sidewalk walkers.
And the sunset drifters.
They made me , hang around.
For A little to long now.
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