James McMurtry & the Heartless Bastards - Saint Mary of the Woods Lyrics
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Saint Mary of the Woods
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What Are The Lyrics For Saint Mary of the Woods By James McMurtry & the Heartless Bastards?
Where you going
With your head hung down Papers blowin' through the streets of town They've already taken all Of your posters down Didn't take 'em long once The orders came down Sunrise off the lake shining in your eyes Shining on the wasted and the wise All you hear ringing in your ears are Boldfaced lies That scream like the gulls in that smoke stained amber sky [Chorus] Fly back to the nest if it helps at all Saint Mary of the Woods in the early fall The leaves are turning on the Wabash now and children sing to you They sing a song of your dreams come true Where you goin' Brandy on your breath Bottle's open spilled across the desk Snifter's broken, smashed against the wall Just the way your standin' says it all You hung the sign out please do not disturb Driver's waiting out front on the curb Write it off as one more half sold show Once they've seen your best They can forget about the rest don't you know |
Who Wrote Saint Mary of the Woods By James McMurtry & the Heartless Bastards?
Bennet M Spielvogel, Daren S Hess, James Mc Murtry, Ronnie Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Saint Mary of the Woods By James McMurtry & the Heartless Bastards?The duration of Saint Mary of the Woods is 6:47 minutes and seconds. |
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