Willie said "he was the mostest horse" A ??? desert mama's boy Running in first, neither crowned nor cursed He tears away like a child takes his toy
Black heart sun rides the sky Now your eyes are running dry Oh, like the space around me I take my spot in time Who knows who is both your best friend
Watching people roll by Wonder where they're going Hey, what's your job? What're you knowing? Driving to the grocery store Pull my money out Passing
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Like a big woolly mammoth You gotta wear that coat And like his big brother Joseph Yeah, walkin' in the desert sand And like a dough-boy in the trenches
Hope you don't mind me barging the door In the middle of the night Hope you don't mind me barging the door like this In the middle of the night Falling
Funnin' round Grandpa's farm Really groovin' on the baby pigs Oh, I know they haven't even read the books I know Yeah, I understand the telephone But
Like a Big Woolly Mammoth You gotta wear that coat Like his big brother Joseph Yeah, walkin' in the desert sand Like a doughboy in the trenches You gotta
Ah, here we go To the other side of the tracks Um, maybe your best friends I don?t think they?re taking it back No, no, no Don't let ?em get in your
Well take me to my car now But the car won't go Try to get next to you baby Ain't got no place to go Taste better than a t-bone steak Excitement on the
Oh, Pappy left a chair like he's still sittin' there Once I almost saw him make his move Brave Indian who never changes his mood In a painting on the
Sittin' around, waiting for an airplane Don't know how to fly, but that's okay Got me a pilot, she's going my way If she's got wings, if she's got wings
I've been working all day I've been shaking it loose It's been raining for hours I've been spilling my juice Nothing means nothing I couldn't care less
Bear gone fishin', mermaids missin' Got to get to the bottom of this Kissin' the wound from the captain's harpoon Unexpected moment of bliss Loss is closer
Listen to the sounds of los grillos Breathe deeply as many sounds become one sound Ah suerta en el lamento Descansa que te estoy esperando All souls
C. Brown wakes from bed Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school Out the door and down the street Down to the corner and a bus and some friends
In the easy chair with my boots on Melted whiskey in my hand I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours Time to go to work again Once more
