stranger There's a cruel violation with the dawn Lord, my pain can't stand illumination And one of these cold lonesome mornings I'll be gone One of these cold lonesome mornings
misty morning What a haunting sound over Times Square Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street Looked out the door but no one was there Out in the cold Harlem
truckload of bricks in the soft morning light The sound of a shot in the dead of the night A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold
used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway I hear the moaning that low and lonesome whistle
what do you hide, damnation or salvation? As my skin breaks the blackened surface, the cold is rising, yer all embracing. Darkness, erase this lonesome
The Wolfish Nocturne ...And Again - Into Cold Twilight Of Dense Ural Woods Under Marbled Cloudy Sky I Go Away... Away... Lost In The Forest Marshes I
Wishful drinking Make a whiskey wish upon a star Train whistle blowing down the tracks Lonesome sound says She ain't coming back It's such a cold blow
lonesome hobo No warm lights flickered 'round him no blankets were there to fold There was nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
hell bound Play me some songs about a ramblin' man, put a cold one in my hand 'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds Don't you play 'I'm So Lonesome
that lonesome sound begins Howlin' down the Cumberland Just a creature in the dark Longing for one blessed spark To burn the sky and heat the night With love reborn by morning
should have known, from what I never heard Now I'm waking up without my darling On a cold, cold gray Kentucky morning On a cold, cold gray Kentucky morning
truckload of bricks, in the soft morning light, the shot of a gun, in the dead of the night. a mile, a must, a thrust, a bump. it's a girl, it's a rhyme. it's the cold
clutching my cold hand wet with tears, you kiss my hand and lips, and I feel nothing. Male: A presence looms about me, whispering like morning dew. My
clutching my cold hand wet with tears, you kiss my hand and lips, and I feel nothing. (Male) A presence looms about me, whispering like morning dew.
Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby There's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city I can't come in from the cold I'm deep
a whole wild two scene Chopped up, split screen, dream machine An alibi for lonesome dreams I hear a lot of rumors I hear a lot of stone cold rumors
like a dewdrop in the morning And I loved her in the springtime the summer and the fall Then the wind grew cold in Georgia without warning There's a cold
