#Americans #SongWriters
Once upon a time you dressed so fi… You threw the bums a dime in your… People’d call, say, “Beware doll,… You thought they were all kiddin’… You used to laugh about
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I shoul… The cracked bells and washed-out h… Blow into my face with scorn
William Zanzinger killed poor Hat… With a cane that he twirled round… At a Baltimore hotel society gath… And the cops was called in and his… As they rode him in custody down t…
Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine… She sat with a baby heavy on her k…
Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the fi… Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women div… Spreading their wings 'neath the f…
Someone’s got it in for me They’re planting stories in the pr… Whoever it is I wish they’d cut i… But when they will I can only gue… They say I shot a man named Gray
How many roads must a man walk dow… Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sa… Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n’ how many times must the c…
With your mercury mouth in the mis… And your eyes like smoke and your… And your silver cross, and your vo… Oh, who do they think could bury y… With your pockets well protected a…
“There must be some way out of her… “There’s too much confusion, I ca… Businessmen, they drink my wine, p… None of them along the line know w… “No reason to get excited,” the th…
Well, if you’re travelin’ in the n… Where the winds hit heavy on the b… Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflake…
Oh my name it ain’t nothin’— My age it means less— The country I come from Is called the Midwest. I’s taught and brought up there
Buckets of rain Buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin’ out of… Buckets of moonbeams in my hand I got all the love, honey baby
I’ve been a moonshiner For seventeen long years I’ve spent all my money On whiskey and beer I go to some hollow
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s ba… Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon
Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me… I feel like I’m knockin’ on heave… Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s…