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Tonight the streets are quiet
The battleships are docked
Angels working on the chariot wheel
Ghosts wait for daylight cast no shadow
Your orishas took my beer
My memories have moved on
A drop of spirits on the tongue
As we burn the photographs
Might as well be looking up
From the bottom of the sea
Extinction of that beam to heaven
Rainbows at the serpentsâ tail
Remember the hills and the valleys below
Poly Ann drove steel like a man
And I see you in each step I take
In every sugar pine
Iâm standing still in time
In my own second line
Out on interstates where truckers roll
Carrying gold from town to town
Wanna hide away like Jean Lafitte
Get drunk on the money till judgment day
Sooth the sorrow, heal the wounds
Beautiful fields lie just beyond
Starry crown on my head
I know this time ainât long
Oh Willy, oh Willy
Iâm afraid of your ways
Your soldiers of pleasure
With your fife and drums
Watch the empire crumble
In your private disgrace
A drop of spirits on the tongue
As we burn the photographs
- Álbum:
- Small Town Talk [Songs Of Bobby Charles]
- Miscellaneous
- Western Ballad
- Coldwater
- North American Ghost Music
- 107.1 KGSR Broadcasts, Volume 10
- Bolder Than Paradise EP
- Geronimo
- Live at the World Cafe: Handcrafted
- Putumayo Presents: American Folk
- Ran on Pure Lightning
- Monitor This! (Feb-Mar 2002)
- 91.3fm WYEP Live & Direct, Volume 4
- 2001: A Sound Odyssey
- Sweet Home Alabama
- Landmark Music, Volume 1
- Paste Magazine Sampler #16: Jun-Jul 2005
- Cities 97 Sampler, Volume 14
- Sweet Home Alabama (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- 2007 Compilation Album - New Orleans Jazz Fest