Guy Clark Lyrics
Guy Clark Lyrics
"Sis Draper Lyrics"
Inhale / Exhale Lyrics
Inhale/exhale You breathe to live You breathe - you die Inhale/exhale
Inhale/exhale You breathe to live You breathe - you die Inhale/exhale
Kick your shoes off in the corner mama
Tuck the babies all up snug
Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a rope
You boys better get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
She came do
Safest Place To Hide Lyrics
Yeah, yeah It seems like yesterday when I said 'I do' And after all this time my heart still burns for you If you don’t know by now that you’re my only one Then take a look inside me and watch my heart
wn from the Boston mountains Yeah, yeah It seems like yesterday when I said 'I do' And after all this time my heart still burns for you If you don’t know by now that you’re my only one Then take a look inside me and watch my heart
There was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle strings
Magnolia in her hair
She's a diamond in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the likes of us
Sis Draper's got the touch
She'll play all night if she feels like it
have some fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't care who don't like it
See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
Staring into the distance Screaming out at the walls, yeah I'm so, so invisible Can't see my hands in front of me Falling into your silence Your sick and beautiful, yeah So strange and violent littl
She stepped up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the best I ever saw
She must be from Arkansas
I think Grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she still hates her
All the fellas stand up straighter
In the presence of Sis Draper
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
THE GIVING THINGS Lyrics
That talk is just a worry and a worry in a man That life is just a worrying and getting in a mess That deal is just awakening his spirit to be giving him The pleasure of the giving things within This day is of a
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Put her fiddle in a box That talk is just a worry and a worry in a man That life is just a worrying and getting in a mess That deal is just awakening his spirit to be giving him The pleasure of the giving things within This day is of a
Said it's getting awful late
She's on her way to Little Rock
And Little Rock can't wait
So we all stood out in the yard
Hands all full of watermelon
Watcher her leave watched her go
Wishin' I was in that wagon
Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer