1. |
Walk Me Home
04:03
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Won't you see me comin' in
I'll tell you boys 'bout railroad gin
The wind it'll howl with a sarcasm
Just to get to you it'll moan
Heatwaves all throughout my head
On a cold day you'll see the fire in my breath
I'll hang them wet clothes on the dryin' line
But the snow keeps my boots all clean
It's time for me to make my bed
A couple'a rocks for to lay my head
Inside my thoughts are breakin'
And my feet don't wanna walk no more
So walk me home
My feet won't carry me on
Walk me home
My legs have turned to stone
Won't you see me comin' in
I'll fill your shoes with holes instead
Cause you don't seem to notice
When your white socks turn to brown
Can I sit here with you and listen to the bees?
And we'll all sing along to the sounds of the trees
With the sun on our backs and the water in our ears
We'll know that it's time to go
So walk me home
My feet won't carry me on
Walk me home
My legs have turned to stone
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2. |
Gold Digger
02:59
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Oh my darlin' left me
For a woman who had money
For a woman, never had a bill to pay
And my mother told me
Don't you cry now, don't you worry
Oh that man, he'll learn his lesson some day
But the funny part is
She'll never love him the way that I did
He's just a gold diggin' son of a bitch
And the funny thing that
Stops me right dead in my tracks
Is you might love money
But she'll never love you back
Well he told me, 'Girl, now it's been fun,
But I'm leaving you for "Miss-Trust-Fund'.
Her daddy bought a new car just for me'
And he told me 'Girl, in all my life,
I never thought you'd be my wife.
You never had the means to satisfy me'
But the funny part is
She'll never love him the way that I did
He's just a gold diggin' son of a bitch
And the funny thing that
Stops me right dead in my tracks
Is you might love money
But she'll never love you back
But the funny part is
She'll never fuck him the way that I did
He's just a gold diggin' son of a bitch
And the funny thing that
Stops me right dead in my tracks
Is you might love money
But she'll never love you back
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3. |
RAT-TAT-TAT
03:52
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Well, I made it clear
I won't be here long
But she keeps comin' 'round
Tryin' to drag me along
I tell her again
'Won't you leave me alone?'
But the tears in her eyes
Tell me it won't be long
Before she's back 'round
Makin' a scene
Oh, it really is hard
Cause I don't wanna be mean
Darlin', dont you see
Just what you're doin' to me
Then RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
And RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my window
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
I've changed the locks but she's breakin' the wall
Darlin', I say
Don't you come back no more
Now come on babe
Won't you listen to me?
I don't want what you want
Don't get mad at me
You follow me 'round
Like I owe you my time
But the truth of it is
That I won't even try
To break it gently
I don't wanna be
Callin' you little girl
Well, it don't interest me
So turn on around
And don't you come back again
Then RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
And RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my window
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
I've changed the locks but she's breakin' the wall
Darlin', I say
Don't you come back no more
Well, I think she's gone
But I can't be sure
Cause there's been a few days
Quiet at my door
Good riddance I say
I can be all alone
But I can't help thinkin'
She was right all along
She won't come back 'round
Makin' a scene
And there won't be no one
Who is followin' me
Why did I say
Not to come back again
Then RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
And RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my window
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT on my door
I've changed the locks but she's breakin' the wall
Darlin', I say
Don't you come back no more
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Big River Chain Wellington, New Zealand
David Connor - Double Bass/Vocals | Julia Catherine Parr - Guitar/Vocals | Harriet Ferry - Ukulele/Vocals | Shaun Blackwell - Guitar/Banjo/Vocals
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