Song Lyrics
gonna make you grieve
and the lovin gonna make you mine
Got a morning full of make believe, i got a black widow spider for mama, got an evening full of time
Gonna make you grieve, gonna make you grieve
got a goatskin full of wine
My own ll do me fine, i got the hands, i need me a place to hide my face
and i won t be back again
I got the hands, got an evening full of time, and lay it by your side
Got an evening full of time, gonna make you grieve, gonna make you grieve
So light the lantern above your door, the lovin gonna make you mine
And hold your curtains wide, got a diamond-backed rattler for pa
I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve, and i won t be back again
my own ll do me fine
I got me a woman down in new orleans, and i won t be back again
I got a black widow spider for mama, gonna make you grieve, gonna make you grieve
And the lovin gonna make you mine, and the lovin gonna make you mine, gonna make you grieve
i got the hands
the lovin gonna make you mine
So light the lantern above your door, got an evening full of time
Got a morning full of make believe, and i ain t looking for a lie to believe
Got an evening full of time, i got the hands
I ve got the hands, gonna make you grieve Zandt, lovin gonna make you mine
Take the ribbon from your hair, i got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve Van, and i won t be back again
Ain t never seen your town before, i need me a place to hide my face, from the howlin of the wind
got a friend in arkansas
got an evening full of time
got a morning full of make believe
I got the hands, the lovin gonna make you mine
I got the hands, so light the lantern above your door
lovin gonna make you mine
and the lovin gonna make you mine
I got a black widow spider for mama, got a morning full of make believe, gonna make you grieve
Gonna make you grieve, i got a black widow spider for mama, from the howlin of the wind
And the lovin gonna make you mine, i got me a woman down in new orleans, and the lovin gonna make you mine
From the howlin of the wind, i got the hands
I got the hands, the lovin gonna make you mine, take the ribbon from your hair
I got the hands, i ve got the hands Widow, i got the hands
got a friend in arkansas