Sometimes I don?t like being where I am No matter what I?d rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine With a thousand paper cuts I?m uncomfortable
make a deal With the God of youth, with the man of steel Waving toodle-oo Now if I was young I might track you down But this old picture is all I found
ever meet Thing with love is you can?t store it Even when I was dead inside You saw somethin? to remind you Of the man I was tryin? to hide The man
No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn?t talk about it much I listen when she does And when she?s
Brownie Mcgee He was drinkin? that milk with that Dewar?s Whiskey Said John, there?s nothin? written anywhere Suggests the blues will set you free Old
It?s like I got two hearts with you baby Like I?ve got two ears It goes in one and out the other Whenever you are near A train of smoke and flames keeps
Gray and chalky like my granddaddy?s skin Sky was cold and lonely and closin? in All the trees look like stubble on winters chin And I think I?ll ride
We were always happiest when we needed the least Who knew this love would turn in to such a feast Breakfast, lunch and dinner and a midnight snack I?m
eyes And you can still cut me down to size Please take me as I am Honey, I?m still the same old man Honey, I?m still the same old man That you married
I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper And looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator
my love for you will always be true But you must remember this Respect me and protect me But don?t expect me not to fall And I will do the same for you
your eyes You can still cut me down to size Please take me as I am Honey I'm still the same old man Honey I'm still the same old man That you married
to make a deal With the God of youth, with the man of steel Waving toodle-oo Now if I was young, I might track you down But this old picture is all I
No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn't talk about it much I listen when she does And when she's
my love for you will always be true But you must remember this Respect me and protect me But don't expect me not to fall And I will do the same for you
Sometimes I don't like being where I am No matter what I'd rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine With a thousand paper cuts I'm uncomfortable
Brownie Mcgee He was drinkin' that milk with that Dewar's Whiskey Said John, there's nothin' written anywhere Suggests the blues will set you free Old
ever meet Thing with love is you can't store it Even when I was dead inside You saw somethin' to remind you Of the man I was tryin' to hide, The man
