200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Cowboy Junkies lyrics
Cowboy Junkies lyrics
"Floorboard Blues Lyrics"
Altamont Lyrics
Hey now love, I'm right in the middle of A hurricane that's blowing my way God's above us And
Hey now love, I'm right in the middle of A hurricane that's blowing my way God's above us And
Look under his floorboards, Mama
I don't trust his silly grin
He's got a beat up Rambler with Nebraska plates
I ain't getting in
I don't like the way his pinky ring
Picks up the dashboard light
Or his short littl
Intro Lyrics
Now we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a little. We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War,
e piggy fingersNow we move on, we move on a bit in time. Not much, but a little. We are now in Paris at the end of the Second World War,
Or the way his belt is cinched too tight
Check under his floorboards, Mama
I don't like his suggestive tone
The way the words drip from his mouth
As he asks, Can I take you home
I don't care how man
Equality Lyrics
(bridge 1) Slow down, don't rush I'm here to keep the peace but i'm prepared to say, ay Slow down, do
miles I got(bridge 1) Slow down, don't rush I'm here to keep the peace but i'm prepared to say, ay Slow down, do
I think I'd rather walk alone
Than to sit in the back seat
As his eyes in the mirror
Reduce me to flesh and bone
Check under his floorboards, Mama
'Cause that razor's not just a threat to me
He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart
Without laying a sweaty palm on your cheek
Don't accuse me of running scared
But listen to what I'm saying
It's a fucked up old world but this ole girl
Well, she ain't giving in