Weed
Album - 2003 - Debaser id 289679

Out on a range in a season too soon
No electric light up in my room
With a dark skin woman I'm naked and sane
You could learn about the world in an afternoon

Chorus
The bordertown shook my hand
It was the gateway to some other land
The bordertown is the great divide
Just the gateway to some other side
I got to get across
Now some folks live in the trailer park
With the Naugahyde law and the liquor shark
Where the networks and the new machine
They don't even try to make no mark

When you came round I loved you well
When you got paid it was harder to tell
Now I got no grind with cruel gold
I'm just sitting 'round wondering what next to sell

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Narcotic Prayer ()

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Chris Whitley • Weed

As the party closes
I ain't got a clue
Red and yellow roses
Nipple rings and tattoos
Well, I never met no girl
No one, no where
I never met no girl
Narcotic Prayer
If I seen her breathing
How could I adjust
Should I see her bleeding
Calling me in trust
Well I never met no girl
No one, no where
Narcotic Prayer
I copped and caught a movie
But you know it can't last
Lights come up and I just crashed

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Kick the Stones ()

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Chris Whitley • Weed

Everything is silent
Night upon the rocks
I'm over by the roadhouse
With them rusted engine blocks
A ghost town with a gold mine
A pick axe in my head
I'm beggin' mama please move over
Kick the stones out of my bed

Met my sister Sandra
With them jewels and the cross
Eyes on my lever now
She paint with chili sauce
I cannot do no business
With your candle lit in red
I'm beggin' mama please move over
Kick the stones out of my bed

Take you in my belly
Sure as night is black
Take you for religion
Like the skin across my back
When I'm buried in your thighs girl
I could understand
You gotta tell me just for once child
You ain't got no other plan
You ain't got no other plan
You gotta tell me just for once sister
You ain't got no other man

So meet me at the junction
I'll buy you one last round
Let me in on something
Before I leave this town
Well we used to have a password girl
Now I can't recall
You gotta tell me was it love
Or some high-grade alcohol
Some high-grade alcohol
You gotta tell me was it love
Or some high-grade alcohol
Kick them stones out of my bed,
stones out of my bed
I'm begging mama please move over

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