Her bed was made of feathers Her heart was made of gold My boots are made of leather I walked out, left her alone CHORUS Boots and hearts What
Blackie and the Rodeo King they were just good friends Been to every rodeo and they rode on every old train Blackie lived out her life every night
Tonight she's climbing up the hill To rip the lights down from the cross And crash landing again Through the barstools again I heard her cry out loud
There were seventeen cars out in my back yard, The boys in blue are calling my name, Semi-automatic up on the rooftop, They just to want to talk to
(Fearing/White) I was born to be a traveler, I must have landed on my head I used to dream that I was flying, I was falling out of bed Then the family
I don't want to know about evil I only want to know about love I'm waiting for the plains to tumble I'm waiting for the sky to fall I'm waiting for
You became one of the lonely When all your heroes turned to dust Stirring up ghosts of courage, baby, they seem so far away You pick up the pieces and
She never thinks about me when I'm here She only dreams about me when I'm gone My heart rises to my mouth as she passes by me and I can't make a sound
well if you have to choose take the one you love, the best not the one who wants you just to hold you to her breast well she'll treat you fine she
(Linden/Powers) Stand up and take it like a man You're spitting out teeth and sinking in the sand Crawling on your knees through the promised land Your
Working at the hotel All night long Shucking this jive Singing this song You ask me how I feel I need a connection When the sun don't shine I need
a a oh (a a a oh) sound off king of, sound off I think I hear the king falling down down down I think I hear the king falling down down down king
Once there was a miner who held down his job 'til one day he died from the fate of his God Now his wife she did mourn him 'til the collectors came
When I was younger in the days of my youth I used to sit down and watch the river go down and send my dreams there around the bend hoping they'd
I know that I can't buy you flowers oh to cure your ills would take more will than ours gold dust at my feet grease in my hair shoes of black
I came down from Thessalon Toronto's not my home I miss the north country so much no longer will I roam Driftin' snow around my window Driftin'
Rainy days I don't seem to care People talk to me when I'm not there Vacant lot with a fancy view I need to talk but I can't find my shoes It's on
Now it's so cold in your doorway that I can hardly breathe You know I wanna lay down but I'm afraid I'll freeze I've spent my last lone dollar getting
