Tekster:
Sixteen Horsepower

I seen ya in your red room laughin' With your shinin' coffee can So many wrongs all kinds a goin's on Held my head an ran But I hid and did a bit more

There ain't nothin' that ain't in my way An' like the fool I am for my own gain I pray You say you found, a way back inside my closet Ol' bones upon bones

I've grown tired Of the words of the single man Hangin' lifeless on his every word O no man You don't understand dear man The little angel held out her

Fire is the color of my true love's hair Near to the father sits his golden chair With prayer and petition to the king on his left Light is the burden

The chill of Coffeeville, she's in those hills still Kindness of her face so white The chill of Coffeeville, Lord, pray it be Your will That she dwell

Listen closely to me now my darlin' girl There's one who's out to have you an' jus' his breath will burn your curl Don't you frighten you needn't bother

Come to my house an we'll pick bones Their hands outside ready with stones Come to my yard, I got whiskey an' [Incomprehensible] We'll sit on the porch

See my love cut down the lane Sways and grinds oh, that's your play You treat me like your prayers though I'm alone Drivin' me to pray, trouble I'm undone

I'm a rompin' dead boy On a long road What opened up my eyes to this I'm just trying to keep 'em closed Hey, feller what ya got in that sac Is it somethin