Lay down my head by the wayside My worn out shoes Quite why she went I canât decide Yeah but I sure could use
One plate of food steaming and hot Clean linen ironed On a fresh made bed but I ainât got One salty dime, one salty dime
Just close your eyes it wonât take long It wonât hurt a bit Telling myself I could be strong Or some such brave bullshit
Trucks are roaring by Iâm a red ghost In their tail light gleam Iâm a tumbleweed, Iâm a spit roast Just turning in your flame Oh my darlinâ Kathleen
Cars they sound like waves that are breaking On some distant shore I gazed so hard into the great aching sky It seemed that I, I wasnât here no more
That my rushing blood was a river My eyes two stars My blowing hair all a quiver A whispering field of grass That murmurs as you pass Oh my darlinâ Kathleen That whispers out your name Oh my darlinâ Kathleen Oh my darlinâ Kathleen
Compositor: David Gray (PRS)Editor: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2009ECAD verificado obra #11597444 e fonograma #9672484 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM