Тексты песен «Nanci Griffith»

We all said you'd never make it 'Cuz you had that fragile heart And you were odd within the ways of the social You through a caution to us all And now when the late night drinkers Gather for their falls Someone says...

(with Mac MacAnnaly) I'll never fall in love again It's such a contradiction To lose all control and common sense And even intuition You came along, with a strange new song And the sweetest innovation And you said,...

(Nanci Griffith) He still sends her roses on the 4th of July They're always white roses and she never asks why She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights But his wedding band rests, on the bedside that night...

(By Bill Staines) Oh, the night was clear and the stars were shinin' And the moon came up,... so quiet in the sky And all the people gathered round while the band was a-tunin' I can hear them now... playin' 'Comin'...

He will leave behind all of his clothes He wore when he was with her All he need's are his railroad boots And his leather jacket As he say goodbye to Ruby's arms Although his heart is breaking He will steal away out...

Griffith/Graham/Griffith Saint Teresa, your patron child's come home Were you there to greet her? Did your angels know her songs? And all of her sorrows Did you lift them from her brow? And did you kiss her hand that...

(Tom Waits) Never saw the morning till I stayed up all night Never saw the sunshine till I turned out the light Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long I never heard the melody till I needed the song Never...

(Nanci Griffith - Harlan Howard) When you say I love you Is it just because you know that's what I want to hear? Lately friends are warning me What they hesitate to tell me leaves a thread of fear People talk around...

Snowing through South Dakota I once drove With the wife of my best pal Who cloaks her heart from cold with gold It was well into the winter Of December in the cold Off to see Mount Rushmore staring through the snow And...

Clark She was standin' on the gone side of leavin' She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere She can lay it down and live it as she please She ain't goin'...

I want a simple life, like my mother One true love for my older years I don't want your wars to take my children I want a simple life while I'm here The sun and moon walk hand in hand together Trading places shining on...

I heard the music long ago, songs that rent the air Fading in and out at night while I was lying there Voices soft and lonely and later rock and roll Flying across the Rio Grande, straight into my soul Trying to find a...

(By Robert Earl Keen, Jr.) Summer Sunday evening, around the old home place Well, I would play my guitar and sister sang along Sister's smile would always light up my Daddy's face And when they'd get to dancing, well...

My daddy sent me on to Baton Rouge in 1969 He said our love was like a forest fire and he'd end it with a mind So you rode with us to Temple, Texas where I did catch the train And I remember waving back at you from a...

Well it's that old time story of a new face to glory Someone wanted my soul for their pride What about the system of fools arranged for missing Well, I can't lie, they all pass with time Why do my people come and go? I...

(originally by Julie Gold) I'm sitting on a southbound train Staring at the sky I'm thinking of my childhood And I'm trying not to cry While a stranger sleeps against me And it feels like I'm his wife Towns and cities...

(John Prine) You come home late And you come home early You come on big When you're feelin' small You come home straight And you home curly Sometimes you just don't come home at all So what in the world's come over...

(John Prine) You come home late And you come home early You come on big When you're feelin' small You come home straight And you home curly Sometimes you just don't come home at all So what in the world's come over...

Well, I could use a little spin on a red brick floor In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend It's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again And...

(By Tom Russell) Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune And it's Waltzin'...