
All Loose Things Ray Wylie Hubbard
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[Verse]
Right before the harvest a blackbird sings
Look at them fools down, they ain’t got no wings
Storm is a-coming, rain’s about to fall
Ain’t no shelter 'round here for these children at all
[Verse]
Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch
Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch
Now the dirt is splattering, turning into mud
Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood
[Chorus]
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
[Verse]
Rooster's in the cornstalks pecking at grains
A peddler walks by, he says, “Why am I cursed like Cain?
I’m all lust and furies, doomed to sell my wares
I think I’d been better off not sayin' prayers
[Verse]
Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe
Was their savior on a cross that died between two thieves
Ask them and they’ll tell you the son was sacrificed
To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise
Right before the harvest a blackbird sings
Look at them fools down, they ain’t got no wings
Storm is a-coming, rain’s about to fall
Ain’t no shelter 'round here for these children at all
[Verse]
Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch
Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch
Now the dirt is splattering, turning into mud
Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood
[Chorus]
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
All loose things end up bein' washed away
[Verse]
Rooster's in the cornstalks pecking at grains
A peddler walks by, he says, “Why am I cursed like Cain?
I’m all lust and furies, doomed to sell my wares
I think I’d been better off not sayin' prayers
[Verse]
Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe
Was their savior on a cross that died between two thieves
Ask them and they’ll tell you the son was sacrificed
To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise
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