Текст песни «That Girl From Brownsville, Texas» от Jim White

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Jim White - "That Girl From Brownsville, Texas"

Lyrics to That Girl From Brownsville, Texas :

I say “God, if you aint smiling on me,

then you aint no friend of mine.”

Its late at night and this motel rooms drunk,

I been listening to the lonesome wind crying.



My best friend once said, “Jim, what you cling to,

thats the thing that you had best forget.

For aint no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an

untended field of regrets.”



Guess I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs.

I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind.

You get dizzy chasing round the tail of what you need to leave behind.

Oh sweet Jesus, wont you help me'

Cause all Im trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas.



Midnight radio,

a crackly white gospel station kicking out the sounds of some half-assed revival.

Me, I never much cared for the feelings you get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible.

For as the crow flies

I know only one cure

for a permanent tear in your eye.

You gotta crank like hell that rope on old sorrows well

til the day that the bucket comes up dry.



Thats why I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs.

I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind.

You get dizzy chasing round the tail of what you need to leave behind.

Oh sweet Jesus, wont you help me'

Cause all Im trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas.

Yeah, Ill Im trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas.



Now dreams are just prayers without the put on airs

and though my history of dreams is a scandal

of back-assward schemes and romantic disasters

where Lord, you dealt me more cards than I could handle.

Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner

comes the pledge of a half-baked saint.

Cause Lord I might finally be willing to become the religious fool you always wanted me to be

 if in return we could just tell that girl

Im the man you and me both know that I aint. 



Cuz I been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs.

I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind.

You get dizzy chasing round the tail of what you need to leave behind.

Oh sweet Jesus, wont you help me'

Cause all Im trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas.

Brownsville, Texas.
[ That Girl From Brownsville, Texas Lyrics  ]

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