You don't have to be rich I don't have to be drunk in a ditch You don't have to be the top of your class I don't have to have wavers of brass You don
Oh Mother, oh Father In our time of fear Grant us the wisdom Your message for to hear Send down Your angel band To fill Your hearts with power Oh Mother
And tell me what you?re feelin? now That everybody?s left and gone Anybody break your heart? Anybody done you wrong? Hey, I know what you need to hear
We ran into trouble scamming for oil The whole Middle East is coming to a boil It's the Muslims and Kurds, Bedouin herds Palestinians and Arabs and Jews
Beautiful despair is hearing Dylan When you?re drunk at 3 a.m. Knowing that the chances are No matter what you?ll never write like him Oh, brother Beautiful
There ain't nothin' in the bottom Of your glass for a broken heart You were doing pretty good till she came And tore your world apart Well, she found
Just like the sun over the mountaintop You know I'll always come again You know I love to spend my morningtime Like sunlight dancing on your skin I'
We don't wanna say goodbye We don't wanna feel that empty But it's time to face the dawn Head on Then there's something in the wind When the days go
Dayton Texas rodeo Possum Potez stole the show Way back in 1968 the night he rode ol' Pearly Gates It was a spinning bucking ton of death and everybody
WRITER RODNEY CROWELL She's got a big heart and her own mind a deep love it's the strong kind She's got them long legs and that soft skin she's got a
Come on baby let me take you by the hand Come on sugar let me take you by the hand You're for me let me be all your own candy candy your candy man Well
I don't want to wind up bitter lost inside a silent rage Or become like Rilke's panther out here locked up in a cage The old man I've been talkin' to
She's a rounder I can tell you that She can sing 'em all night too She'll raise hell about the sleep she lost Even cowgirls get the blues Especially
I could shed my skin and in the blink of an eye I could fly, fly, fly Tie my dreams up in a sack and lay my head down On the track and die, die, die My
Cool as a rule, you don't learn in no school You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool It's the hum and the rhythm, the birds and the bees
I'm back on board that '49 Ford in 1956 Long before the sun came up way out in the sticks The headlight showed a two rut roadway, back up in the pines
WRITER RODNEY CROWELL I've tried to make the most out of a hopeless situation But turning something wrong into something right But everything I do brings