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<< Big Mouth Blues >>
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--- Emmylou Harris
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Oh, well,
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I was born in alittle bitty tar hut
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And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't
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keep my big, big mouth shut
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So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving
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When any ole day I might be even
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And Lord knows that New York City's got
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a lot to do with it
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I wish someday I could find the way
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to get it out of my grain
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This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
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and I don't want to go with it
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Well I wish there was a way that
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I knew to get even
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A way to get a lick in
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A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'
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Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
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You can do on a train
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Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
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the world twice
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He would have made it three but he took
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a lot of bad advice
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So you just tell me what's the sense of me
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sittin' here leavin'
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When any ole day I might get even
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And Lord knows New York City's got
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alot to do with it
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I wish someday I could find a way to get it out
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of my brain
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This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
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and I don't want to go with it
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I wish there was a way that I knew to get even,
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way to get a lick in
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A 'bobbin' and a'weavin'
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Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
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You can do on a train
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Oh, yes!
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Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
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the world twice
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But his motor cooled down and now he's
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deliverin' ice
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Tell me what's the sense of him
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sittin' here leavin'
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When any ole day he might get even
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And Lord knows New York City's got
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a lot to do with it
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I wish someday he could find a way to get it out
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of his brain
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This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
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and I don't want to go with it
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I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
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Way to get a lick in
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A 'bobbin and a'weavin'
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And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin'
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You can do on a train
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Oh, yeah
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Big Mouth Blues
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| Emmylou Harris |
