Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live

They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around


lover’s_prayer


something_special

All dressed up, nowhere to go
Looks so easy but it isn't you know
Hard to find what you're dreamin' of
But there's something special about our love

Different pe

a_wedding_in_cherokee_county

There she is sitting there
Out behind the smoke-house in her rocking chair
She don't do nothin'
She don't say nothin'
She don't feel nothin'
She don't know noth

mr._sheep

Golly, Mister, where you going?
You'll be late for work
Careful or you'll drop your briefcase Jesus, what a jerk
There he goes Down to the subway
Off to catch the trai

kathleen

There is a countryard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes
We could be married there in the countryard
By this old Spanish priest that no one knows
And

living_without_you

The milk truck hauls the sun up
And the paper hits the door
The subway shakes my floor
And I think about you
Time to face the dawning gray
Of another lonely day

i_think_he’s_hiding


bet_no_one_ever_hurt_this_bad

Sit by my window and watch the rain
I hear it beating on my window pane
Well, it makes me so sad
Be no one ever hurt this bad

My baby left me and now I'm alone

roll_with_the_punches

They say that people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet
Six black children livin' in a burned-up room
One bare light bulb swinging


song_for_the_dead

Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot
And blood on his hands
They left him behind
To bury the dead
And to say a few words on behal

suzanne

I saw your name, baby
In a telephone booth
And it told all about you, mama
Boy, I hope it was the truth
I took down your number
Looked up your address, Sue

memo_to_my_son

What have you done to the mirror?
What have you done to the floor?
Can't I go nowhere without you?
Can't I leave you alone any more?

I know you don't think much

new_orleans_wins_the_war

Don't remember much about my baby days,
But I've been told
We used to live on Willow in the Garden District
Next to the sugar bowl

Momma used to wheel me past an ic

kingfish

There's a hundred-thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could drown
Wouldn't none of