Summer days were just a magazine
A magazine
A magazine
Cutting grass for gasoline
For gasoline
So I can see you soon
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion win...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Maria’s on the hill
She was all “side of her eyes”
A five-dollar wine as a blanket inside
Lay up the pages on a traveling bed
Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains, oh they...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
All the tables nice and clean
Evelyn’s asleep
On the grave yard shift again
Selling gasoline
And there's kids smoking on south first
See high school was just a blur, to he...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
New York now was nothing but an ice-capade
A cigarette, a fire-escape
Walked this line
With dust in our pockets for the Bedford station line to take us
Crazy
The drunkard ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Lord, I'm goin'
My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor
Lord, I'm goin'
My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor
I'm going looking for my Georgia road
She's got me ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
On a long road
We are just trees
Wave in the windstorm
We are slow wheels
We are potholes
And it passes
Just like lightning
And it's over
We remember nothing
Bury me in ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Wake up, it's morning
Wake up, my darling
Wake up and see for yourself
You were woven in patchwork
Clouded and hazed
In your past like a lover can be
Honey, it's alright
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Down in the bardo
There was nothing to hold so we let it go
We were empty, we were hollow
Shined with everything we were living for
And you see your soul
Like some picture s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
This house
She’s holding secrets
I got my change behind the bed
In a coffee can
I throw my nickels in
Just in case I have to leave
And I will go if you ask me to
I wil...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov
Theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds
John brown’s body was never found
But the locals see him walkin round
There’s a ‘for sale’ sign on the old farm roads...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Gregory Alan Isakov