{"id":105,"date":"2012-01-28T21:21:41","date_gmt":"2012-01-28T21:21:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/milkwooddreamers.com\/?page_id=105"},"modified":"2017-09-24T03:28:17","modified_gmt":"2017-09-24T03:28:17","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/milkwooddreamers.com\/?page_id=105","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hell Fire & Bone <\/strong>
\ncopyright Marti Smith<\/p>\n

Grandmother?s kitchen, grandfather?s pipe
\nOld combs full of your grey hair
\nOpen the window, let the lightning in
\nSalt water wings, birds up and away
\nHellfire and bone<\/p>\n

Whiskey bottles and part-time lovers
\nHolding a piece of the world in our hands
\nCity lights and Vesuevio?s
\nAustin, Texas to California
\nHellfire and bone<\/p>\n

I found my way on the farm with the horses
\nRounding up ponies and old appaloosas
\nWandering hills, rail tracks and graveyards
\nHell fire and bone<\/p>\n

Then it was my wedding day
\nWhere love would take me, I couldn?t tell
\nYou carried me over the wide, wide river
\nStars in my eyes and a ring on my finger
\nHell fire and bone
\nHell fire and bone
\nHell fire and bone<\/p>\n

ROOFTOPS<\/strong>
\ncopyright Mel Smith<\/p>\n

I?m climbing Jacob?s ladder, to our cabin in the stars
\nTop floor of this house of dreams, I hear you playing your guitar
\nTaking a chair, I pick up my old arch-top, looking down on to the world below<\/p>\n

Rooftops are all I see, looking out our window
\nBranches bend before the wind
\nGarden hose snakes across a dry summer lawn
\nThe clouds roll by<\/p>\n

Burning candles with our friends, voices are shadows on the wall
\nCounting the days that lay ahead like hwy markers, like mountain roads the rise and fall
\nStill here we are, singing songs together, looking out on to a wonderland<\/p>\n

Rooftops are all I see, looking out our window
\nBranches bend beneath the storm
\nSnowmen gaze up to a cold winter sky
\nThe clouds roll in<\/p>\n

Brick and mortar, nails and wood, holding together these four walls
\nTime rolls by, gathering memories, hung like portraits in the hall
\nWe?ll be old folks, still playing our guitars, looking out on to the world we?ve made<\/p>\n

Rooftops are all I see, looking out our window
\nFlowers dancing with the wind
\nWatching Sam playing in the back yard
\nThe clouds roll away
\nThe clouds roll away<\/p>\n

Rooftops are all I see x 3<\/p>\n

When the Money?s Gone<\/strong>
\ncopyright – Marti & Mel Smith<\/p>\n

Mama wore her favourite dress
\nDaddy wore a tie
\nShoes shined like a wedding band
\nNot a cloud in the sky<\/p>\n

Daddy got a job in Thompson
\nMama shined the chandeliers
\nLove like the cut glass
\nIn the shape of a tear<\/p>\n

And when the money?s gone
\nHeaven?s just a place they knew
\nWhen they danced their wedding song<\/p>\n

Mama had a baby girl
\nThen she had a son
\nThen came some hard times
\nAnd the edges came undone<\/p>\n

They drove to Dawson City
\nDaddy opened a saloon
\nBar room girls and card games
\nDaddy bet it on the moon<\/p>\n

And when the money?s gone
\nHeaven?s just a place they knew
\nWhen they danced their wedding song<\/p>\n

Daddy tried to win it all back, he bet and lost that old saloon
\nMama called her folks up, said I?m comin? home to you<\/p>\n

Then she cut up all the photos
\nAnd put them in the trash
\nAlong with all the memories
\nShe pawned the gold for cash<\/p>\n

Daddy drew the kids into his arms
\nSaid daughter don?t you cry
\nLove aint no bed of roses
\nSon it?s time to say good-bye<\/p>\n

And when the money?s gone
\nHeaven?s just a place they knew
\nWhen they danced their wedding song<\/p>\n

Mama wore her favourite dress
\nDaddy wore a tie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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