gram parsons
big mouth blues
Oh, Well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't Keep my big, big mouth shut So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving When any ole day I might be even And Lord knows that New York City's got A lot to do with it I wish someday I could find the way To get it out of my grain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down And I don't want to go with it Well I wish there was a way that I knew to get even A way to get a lick in A bobbin' and a weavin' Any ole thing besides goin' and a leavin' You can do on a train Well, I once knew a man who sailed around The world twice He would have made it three but he took A lot of bad advice So you just tell me what's the sense of me Sittin' here leavin' When any ole day I might get even And Lord knows New York City's got A lot to do with it I wish someday I could find a way to get it out Of my brain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down And I don't want to go with it I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, Way to get a lick in A 'bobbin' and a'weavin' Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' You can do on a train Oh, yes Well, I once knew a man who sailed around The world twice But his motor cooled down and now he's Deliverin' ice Tell me what's the sense of him Sittin' here leavin' When any ole day he might get even And Lord knows New York City's got A lot to do with it I wish someday he could find a way to get it out Of his brain This dirty old town's gonna sink right down And I don't want to go with it I wish there was a way that I knew to get even Way to get a lick in A 'bobbin and a'weavin' And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin' You can do on a train Oh, yeah