It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you
Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent blur
and Tulsa burns on
Blue Moon Revisited
I only want to say
That if there is
Look under his floorboards, Mama
I don't trust his silly grin
He's
Emma's in a part of town
Where she doesn't recognize the
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
His song's too blue to fly
The midnight
If you were the woman and I was the man
Would
Misguided Angel
Cowboy Junkies
Yeah I said momma he's crazy and he
Murder tonight in the trailer park.
Mrs. Annabelle Evans found
with
The hoods are up on Pine street, rear ends lifted
Fifty miles from Dakota territory
Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
Found
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the
Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break
I was walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
The way
There's a young man in the corner playing Crazy all
