There's a dirt floor underneath here
To receive us when changes
Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold
Living with the Law
As the party closes
I ain't got a clue
Red and yellow
To Joy (Revolution of the Innocents)
Lyrics by Chris Whitley
I made
The ground gives as you go
With all them secrets that
Breaking rocks all day on the avenue
its hard to unearth
Businessmen like babes, lay sleeping on the lawn
Cops are standing
Sheets of golden velvet rain
Lubricate my naked steel again
Let the
Everybody knows
I can tell how you fill your clothes
I can
Well, I knew you'd return to the other side
Well, the
Automatic love is all I want
End of the day
Automatic love
Now when this is over, over and through
When all them
Out on a range in a season too soon
No electric
I ain't got no pride in my pants
I ain't got
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