Song | Down Around My Place |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The radio is busted, down around my place | |
Every tool is rusted, down around my place | |
Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place | |
My woman's tears are cried up, down around my place | |
And before there came a flood | |
Some lost all, even blood | |
Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place | |
Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place | |
Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place | |
My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place | |
And I put my faith in you | |
Did you make that error too? | |
Bound to fail that he might show his grace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
They said you wouldn't believe | |
What a paradise this was | |
'Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry | |
Started fighting for what he loved | |
So, we fortified the ramparts | |
And we built the mighty towers | |
But it was plain to see, we never were free | |
From the tyranny of the hour | |
The family graves keep winkin', down around my place | |
At every thought I'm thinkin', down around my place | |
While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place | |
Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place | |
And my grandpa says, “Don't worry | |
It's always the last one in who's in a hurry | |
To try and slam the door in the next one's face” | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place |
The radio is busted, down around my place | |
Every tool is rusted, down around my place | |
Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place | |
My woman' s tears are cried up, down around my place | |
And before there came a flood | |
Some lost all, even blood | |
Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place | |
Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place | |
Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place | |
My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place | |
And I put my faith in you | |
Did you make that error too? | |
Bound to fail that he might show his grace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
They said you wouldn' t believe | |
What a paradise this was | |
' Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry | |
Started fighting for what he loved | |
So, we fortified the ramparts | |
And we built the mighty towers | |
But it was plain to see, we never were free | |
From the tyranny of the hour | |
The family graves keep winkin', down around my place | |
At every thought I' m thinkin', down around my place | |
While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place | |
Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place | |
And my grandpa says, " Don' t worry | |
It' s always the last one in who' s in a hurry | |
To try and slam the door in the next one' s face" | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place |
The radio is busted, down around my place | |
Every tool is rusted, down around my place | |
Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place | |
My woman' s tears are cried up, down around my place | |
And before there came a flood | |
Some lost all, even blood | |
Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place | |
Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place | |
Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place | |
My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place | |
And I put my faith in you | |
Did you make that error too? | |
Bound to fail that he might show his grace | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
They said you wouldn' t believe | |
What a paradise this was | |
' Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry | |
Started fighting for what he loved | |
So, we fortified the ramparts | |
And we built the mighty towers | |
But it was plain to see, we never were free | |
From the tyranny of the hour | |
The family graves keep winkin', down around my place | |
At every thought I' m thinkin', down around my place | |
While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place | |
Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place | |
And my grandpa says, " Don' t worry | |
It' s always the last one in who' s in a hurry | |
To try and slam the door in the next one' s face" | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place | |
Down around my place |