summer love
so they say
comes and goes
like the tide
never mind
what has been before
this is something new
you and i
bearing lost i’m spinning
back to the beginning
sorry not sorry
should’ve seen you coming
heard your guitar strumming
no need to worry
call me sometime
i’ll be just fine
something gained
something lost
what’s the cost
who can say
that’s alright
i’ve been here before
kiss me one more time
then goodbye
vowed to keep it lighter
sparks turn into fire
sorry not sorry
never saw you coming
til my heart was drumming
what is the hurry
call me sometime
i’ll be just fine
row row row your boat down the stream
but not as gently now that
you’re convinced it’s not a dream
and when your whispers start to
Sound like screams
We come around to the start
Heaven’s up above but below
Is where the real work’s done and
no one gets to feel the blows
And when the current starts it’s icy flow
just hold your breath and sing along
Used to be a pretty good gambler
matches in a full magazine
Now you’re wasting time trying to climb
up a mountain of mean
Is it like a snap or a sting
or something gradual when
You step in the sparring ring
How’s it feel to take that swing
And watch your spirit turn black
Comes a time to stand or fall
but maybe some are quick to
Hammer down the wrecking ball
so if the time has come to give your all
Save a piece of yourself
Used to be a pretty good gambler
matches in a full magazine
Now you’re wasting time trying to climb
up a mountain of mean
SHUT DOWN TOWN
the game is played almost every day
on the big chess board just like on holiday
and the deals are made always on the side
but your mouth is shut and your hands are tied
when the sun comes up you get down low..clamp down
and when the sun goes down you just know..n this town
no one came to the dance today
under vacant roofs and the money paid
and the dusty towns they all disappeared
like drive in movies from yesteryear
when the sun comes up you get down low..clamp down
and when the sun goes down you just know..in this town
It’s been a hard days night at the OK corral
and the ancient city was breaking down
illumination it had seen it’s day
having been replaced by a new charade
when the sun comes up you get down low..in this clamp down
and when the sun goes down you just don’t know. in this town
I got a Santa Clause trash bag
Full of southern cigarettes
I’m walkin down Grove Street
Seein what I can get
Have you ever seen a trash bag
This dagum big
Slung over the shoulder
Of a Carolina kid
We better hustle on
We better hustle back
Cause that short fin shark
Is in a hurry for some cash
I got a turkey bone necklace
Hangin round my neck
They say the turkey bone gris gris
Will help you drum up some scratch
Have you ever seen a necklace
That smells so bad
Stinking up the collar
Of a fella in a jam
We better hustle on
We better hustle back
Cause that short fin shark
Is in a hurry for some cash
I got little wad of cash now
In an ugly old sock
Prayin nobody grabs it
For I make it ‘round the block
Have you ever seen a peddler
With eyes so wide
Puffin out his chest like
He ain’t even in a bind
We better hustle on
We better hustle back
Cause that short fin shark
Is in a hurry for some cash
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