The Gourds

The Gourds - The Flat Baritone lyrics

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Round the ol' grape vine
 Heavy on the wire from the house
 Salt the cow and kill the calf
 Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half
 Gent?s on the east and ladies on the south

 The solemn boy carries his silver damage
 Sold but for, the number and the image

 His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
 Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
 Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure

 When he sings he slurs
 & uses the meat of his thigh
 T?hold the book he wrote when he was lame
 So wrapped up in his flat baritone
 No castrato could woo him in from the rain

 For he never raised his voice when his britches
 Was spillin? over with that honey truck richness

 His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
 Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
 Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure

 Well the stylus hit the patches
 As he spit on the splashes
 & sought out the scratches in the vinyl
 'Neath a needle topped with nickels
 To keep the tunes a-goin'
 Cracklin', croonin' & crowin'

 Multi-colored, hard-boiled & hidden
 In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants

 His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
 Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
 Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Glitterhouse Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Ghosts of Hallelujah (1999)

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