Lay down my head by the wayside My worn out shoes Quite why she went I can’t decide Yeah but I sure could use One plate of food steaming and hot Clean linen ironed On a fresh made bed but I ain’t got One salty dime One salty dime
Just close your eyes it won’t take long It won’t hurt a bit Telling myself I could be strong Or some such brave bullshit Trucks are roaring by, I’m a red ghost In the tail light gleam I’m a tumbleweed, I’m a spit roast Turning in your flame Oh my darlin’ Kathleen
Cars they sound like waves that are breaking On some distant shore I gazed so long into the great aching skies Seemed like I wasn’t here no more
My rushing blood was a river My eyes two stars My blowing hair all a quiver A whispering field of grass That murmurs as you pass Oh my darlin’ Kathleen Whispers out your name Oh my darlin’ Kathleen Oh my darlin’ Kathleen Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
