My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley On a cold winter's morning to a church house
The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead cane She said "Carl, take all the money
Dear Abby, Dear Abby ... My feet are too long My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
There's a rainbow of babies Draped over the graveyard Where all the dead sailors Wait for their brides And the cold bitter snow Has strangled each grassblade
When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
I wish, I hope, I wonder Where you're at sometimes Is your back against the wall? Or just across the line Have you been standing in the rain Reciting
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time
I know a guy that's got a lot to lose. He's a pretty nice fellow but he's kind of confused. He's got muscles in his head that ain't never been used.
I got kicked off Noah's Ark I turn my cheek to unkind remarks There was two of everything But one of me And when the rains came tumbling down I held
I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory And awake in the dawn's early light But much to my surprise When I opened my eyes I was a victim of the great
Oh I get drunk most every night Seems like all we do is fight The more I drink The less I feel blue Sometimes I feel like an awful fool Spendin' my life
When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad Seem like total silence was the only friend I had Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down... and
had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John
Small town, bright lights, Saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the
kitchen and died And oh what a feeling! When my soul Went thru the ceiling And on up into heaven I did ride When I got there they did say John, it happened
It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good we had turkey and pistols carved out of wood and I dream of her always even when I don't dream
Feelings are strange especially when they come true and I had a feeling you'd be leaving soon so I tried to rearrange all my emotions but it seems the
All share one western trait Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks From winos to dime-store Jews Probably don't know they give me These late John Garfield
