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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: Son House
Lyrics:
Put whiskey on the wounds Salt the glass and say goodbye No feel good scenes to bring it back Just falling brick and broken glass
Wrecking-ball operator Twenty years pulling the lever And these windows shield the cold From the weather of my soul
And feel the heart-strings Sinking fast Another treasure found Another tumbling down
I protect my ears and eyes From the dust and noise The word comes down to the bitter end The diesel hums; the cycle spins
When we meet on that hard hat ground Just a photograph, no one else around Words to live by, just goes to show Some day we all gotta go
And feel the heart-strings Sinking fast Another treasure found Another tumbling down
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