Kathleen Testo

Lay down my head by the wayside
My worn out shoes
Quite why she went I canft decide
Yeah but I sure could use
One plate of food steaming and hot
Clean linen ironed
On a fresh made bed but I ainft got
One salty dimeC one salty dime
One salty dime
Just close your eyes it wonft take long It wonft hurt a bit
Telling myself I could be strong
Or some such brave bullshit
Trucks are roaring by Ifm a red ghost
In their tail light gleam
Ifm a tumbleweedC Ifm a spit roast
Just turning in your flame
Oh my darlinf Kathleen
Cars they sound like waves that are breaking
On some distant shore
I gazed so hard into the great aching sky
It seemed that IC I wasnft here no more
That my rushing blood was a river
My eyes two stars
My blowing hair all a quiver
A whispering field of grass
That murmurs as you pass
Oh my darlinf Kathleen
That whispers out your name
Oh my darlinf Kathleen Oh my darlinf Kathleen