Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Cowboy Junkies, It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you
By Cowboy Junkies, A candle burning for everything I've ever wanted
A tattoo burned
By Cowboy Junkies, Black eyed man he took the blame
for the poisoning of
By Cowboy Junkies, He left his dead in the cottonwood trees
the ground grown
By Cowboy Junkies, She says, "I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,
you know what
By Cowboy Junkies, Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the
By Cowboy Junkies, Mornings feel so damn sad these days
without the call of
By Cowboy Junkies, Caught in the vice of heaven and earth
He turned his
By Cowboy Junkies, You're clean as
a widow woman's washboard, son,
stick it in
By Cowboy Junkies, How could he take you in his arms
And help you
