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