be kind to a man when he’s down
now, i don’t mind chopping wood
and i don’t care if the money’s no good
you take what you need
and you leave the rest
i love you ‘cause you’re perfect
and the only thing i’d change
is to get you to come back to me
so we could be together again
it’s like i’ve been awakened…
just call my name
i’m not ashamed
i’ll come running back to you
and i’ve been fighting second gear
for fifteen miles or so
trying to beat the angry snow
and i know every town worth passing through
but what good does knowing do
with no one to show it to
and i’ve grown tired of traveling alone
tired of traveling alone
i’ve grown tired of traveling alone
won’t you ride with me?
if you’re gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right.
and grace will lead me home.
now if you ladies were blackbirds,
if you ladies were thrushes,
i’d lie there for hours
in the cold, chilly marshes.
if you ladies were squirrels with high, bushy tails,
i’d fill up my shotgun
with rock salt and nails.
damn. this is flat gorgeous.
dear tumblr friends,
what new music are you listening to?
who are we missing out on?
who rips your heart out?
who makes you want to sing along?
who slays you?
who makes you obsess?
banjo appreciated, of course, but not required. ;)
(reblog with your answers. let’s get a list going.)
i’ll come running back to you. ♡
got on a lucky one,
came in eighteen to one -
i’ve got a feeling
this year’s for me and you,
so happy christmas,
i love you, baby,
i can see a better time
when all our dreams come true.