Somebody else I knew just diedWent away of all flesh, but I can't say I criedWhen I heard the sad news about himI thought, "he's off the hook, you're up next, Jim"Somebody else I k...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
You'll never change, neither will I, we'll stay the same till the days that we die.
I'll never win, neither will you, so what in this world are we gonna do,
People hate change, the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Something's out to get me, something's on my trailSomething like that bird dog running down that quailMaybe it's that hellhound, begging for my soulSomething's out to get me, and s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
High wide and handsome - that's how I like livin'.
High wide and handsome - that's how life should be.
Low skinny and ugly - that's for other people.
High wide and handsome suits m...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
I took my gal out walkin', it was on one Saturday nightI took my gal out walkin' and the moon was shining brightI asked her if she'd kiss me and this is what she saidShe said she w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
I promised to meet her when the clock struck twenty-threeDown in the village, just four miles out of townShe runs the local tavern and the liquor's always freeBut the pickles sell ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
A crowd of young fellows one night at a clubWere telling of sweethearts they had.All of them jolly, except one young man,Who seemed downhearted and sad."Come, Ned, won't you join u...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Half an hour till train time and sirAnd a fearful dark time, tooTake a look at the switch lights, TomFetch in a stick when you're throughOn time? Well, yes, I guess soShe left the ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Oh, goodbye booze for evermoreMy boozing days will soon be o'erOh, I had a good time but we couldn't agreeYou see what booze has done for meShe swelled my head, she broke my heartS...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Mister, won't you lend a poor dime a cripple?I'm about a thousand dollars from my homeAin't got no mile in my pocket, no head to poke my hole throughAnd I don't know where I'll die...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III