David Gray. Kathleen. Zeneszám

Lay down my head by the wayside
My worn out shoes
Quite why she went I can?ft decide
Yeah but I sure could use
One plate of food steaming and hot
Clean linen ironed
On a fresh made bed but I ain?ft got
One salty dime?C one salty dime
One salty dime
Just close your eyes it won?ft take long
It won?ft hurt a bit
Telling myself I could be strong
Or some such brave bullshit
Trucks are roaring by I?fm a red ghost
In their tail light gleam
I?fm a tumbleweed?C I?fm a spit roast
Just turning in your flame
Oh my darlin?f Kathleen
Cars they sound like waves that are breaking
On some distant shore
I gazed so hard into the great aching sky
It seemed that I?C I wasn?ft here no more
That my rushing blood was a river
My eyes two stars
My blowing hair all a quiver
A whispering field of grass
That murmurs as you pass
Oh my darlin?f Kathleen
That whispers out your name
Oh my darlin?f Kathleen
Oh my darlin?f Kathleen

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