There's just one thing There's just one thing That'll torture your soul, the grass will stain your clothes Until the bleeding heart hands you a rose
Baby ask your man if he would let you come along with me Or would he like that Tell him I won't keep you long As soon as our good times are gone I'll
Can you tell me what I need to know To paint a picture like Picasso? Can you give me the tool that's right And make a masterpiece of my life? Make one
Johnny was a good boy and Johnny was my friend But Johnny had a love for majik that just wouldn't end No, it just wouldn't end Johnny saw a white owl
Come get what you deserve Rolled up in your shirt Yellow's blowin' heat Purple takes a seat So carry it slow To the rattle of your rhythm and bones As
Far away is the moon Shining down in her room Found you tripping on the stars Making mobiles out of parts That you found lying on the ground Hark the
Acrobatic women dancing Dressed up horses, hands clapping Violins with beating big drums Through comic curtains he runs People laugh at his painted face
I've got a perfect picture stuck in my mind Oh how it's fallen crooked over the hands of time I don't know what to do with this burning love inside It
You put a spell on me girl Some kind of southern breeze, and I know what it means I'm not a superstitious man But you're calling me back after being with
Painted black all my windows Faded like a quill in this old room I held you once but was unable Well you could not be bound by any stable So run, run
Some live off the land Some grow tired of the old gas lamp And some turn to strangers along the way Some holy tramp on a desert plain Some pour a drink
