I met her at the Sailor's Arms, a bar down by the docksFull of prostitutes and deviants and fellas wearing frocksWent there to drown my sorrow, my misery and painWith fourteen mult...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Doug Anthony All-Stars
We should all go back to church cos they've hit the market placeThey're getting fashionable ideas from back issues of "The Face"They've bought part shares in the pill, porn videos ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Doug Anthony All-Stars
Broken down ditch water brown,Pure radiance and another dead city.I heard a voice alluring and cool say,Live to ride, ride to live, hey!Gasket's blown, the engine's shot,Mercy, mer...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Doug Anthony All-Stars
Trails spin miles awayThey spin miles awayYeahYou see trembling starsThey'll spinYou don't even knowYou don't even knowWhat's the chanceInside of youTime is overlookingLook at the ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Sunny Day Real Estate
We are all just passing through.We share our shelter, share our food.We turn to face the setting sun,Grateful for all that we've become.We are family.I will see you in the Afterglo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road
Making my way down through South Louisiana, watching that sugar cane burn.Sometimes you've gotta take the bitter with the sweet when there's a lesson to be learned.Met a dirt farme...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road
Hey...feels like the first of MayNot a cloud in the sky, Not a cloud in my mind.Blue, big beautiful blueThe sun's shining bright, So bright that we'll find your shine.Cool breeze r...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road
Good days, numbered and packed awayGracious and unafraidWe've come to let goPlace and faces, they shape us Show us another wayTo look at this life we've madeSo far from homeEven th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road
Twilight suits you wellShadows and pastelsViolet blends with indigo and slowly starts to melt.There goes the horizonHere comes JupiterA moment of perfection in this less-than-perfe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road
The old Canal slips lazily beneath the willow treesWhere the fields are green all summer and the corn grows oh-so-sweetNow I am returning to the house my Grandpa builtWhy was I so ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Ghosts of the American Road