I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance I was the salt of the earth, I was hard The last of the independents And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street I still sing the blues with the dogs And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire Ive had burning through my veins since I first learned to cry Id watch this whole night come down and never miss her again I never felt right and never fit in walkin in my own skin Walkin in my own skin Now I got scars like the number of stars My minds full of vipers I got the dust of the desert in my bones Comin through the amplifiers And in the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth Its a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth Over and over without relief And I got nothin for you darlin but a story to tell About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell Id watch this whole night come down and never miss her again I never felt right and never fit in Walkin in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita Walkin in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita Cause Ive been dying out here in the cold and the snow Got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 03:20:22 +0000
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