Lyrics: The Rain Won’t Help You When It’s Over Album: Unknown Artist: Whiskeytown Takes a friend to laugh when it’s over Takes a fool to cry when it’s over Take the sun…take the sun… Take the sun from the…
Lyrics: Bottom Of The Glass Album: Unknown Artist: Whiskeytown You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time Well, the wine…
Lyrics: Tennessee Square Album: Faithless Street Artist: Whiskeytown Red ribbons hang in a tennessee square Old people laughing and singing and dancing down there I’d like to join them, i got no money to spare So i sit here…
Lyrics: Faithless Street Album: Faithless Street Artist: Whiskeytown If angels are messengers from god, Please send one down to me If angels are messengers from god, I wrote a letter he should read Been living on faithless street all…
Lyrics: Sixteen Days Album: Stranger’s Almanac Artist: Whiskeytown Got sixteen days One for every time i’ve gone away One for every time i should have stayed Should have wore my wedding ring Got sixteen days Fifteen of those are…
Lyrics: Blank Generation Album: Unknown Artist: Whiskeytown I was saying let me out of here before i was even born It’s such a gamble when you get a face It’s fascinatin’ to observe what the mirror does But when…
Lyrics: Midway Park Album: Faithless Street Artist: Whiskeytown Ride with you tonight, i’ll ride forever There’s no way to predict this kind of weather Ashes fall to earth, words are severed Feathers turn to weighted iron pillars Midway park…
Lyrics: A Song For You Album: Unknown Artist: Whiskeytown oh my land is like a wild goose Wanders all around everywhere Trembles and it shakes til every tree is loose It rolls the meadows and it rolls the nails…
Lyrics: Top Dollar Album: Faithless Street Artist: Whiskeytown Well i tried to find something Something to hold on to I thought it was you cause i’m sick and tired Of trying to make something Something out of nothing I…
Lyrics: Take Your Guns To Town Album: Rural Free Delivery Artist: Whiskeytown On the eastern highway we ride Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky What’s left is ivy and vine All the letters i’d sent back home…
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