I don't stand talkin' in the wind
Old Johnny Ford's got nothin' on me
So when I pledge my love again
I hope that you will tell me only
About yer little baby eyes
They run right through my brain and back gain
With fluttered lids that so despise
The ugliness of all the gall of men
For all yer boys who fight to win
The wages of a war that can't begin
C'mon and lift yer killer's grin
And let those boys be boys who can be men
So take yer baby by her hand
Take her down into all those embedded lands
For there is more to love within
Than there can ever be in killin' someone's kin
credits
from Together We Make Sense Of Life,
track released June 16, 2011
Jud Crandall - accoustic guitar, vocals
PierreCormier - slide guitar, vocals
Adam Mowery - bass, vocals
Alex Keleher - drums, vocals
Peter MacDonald - electric guitar
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