(charles quillen/john priestley/jonathan clift) At night the wind blows in the rain Against the window...
I'm working on gospel time these days (The summer - this could be the cool...
Outside my window, i can hear the radio, And i know that motor wagon is...
Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes And her flawless skin and her petulant...
Intro: _the mack_ No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you...
You're an open gate On a barbed wire fence Swingin'...
I waited all day And it seemed like one day...
Said this was our town The joke it was on...
Deaf as a fence post Alone on a winter's night...
Dressed in jealous clothes She drove to the black hole...
Storm it shook ya down From the burial ground There...
I'm up to my neck In the mud of inauguration...
Man came down from the field A lonely horseman Headin'...
( written by neil young ) Once i thought i...
Swept the floor of dreams Live ones in the cracks...