Del Barber

I met her in the shadow Of an old white pine I was just trying to make it through Before the winds of winter blew She was hanging up her clothes on the line She called me in through her back door Out from that lonesome road We laughed just like old f

She was tall and always tired Works the late shift at the all night diner The years can fly by you in a place like this Waiting for a perfect man and a perfect kiss Coffee cups, eggs and sausage Steady hands, friendly smiles hold her hostage She trad

The summer sun was burning bright I was coming off a couple hard weeks I had money in my pocket to spend A sun burn on my cheeks In the bottom cupboard and on the highest shelf I looked for a promise that might bring the heat To set this little heart

Monday morning mirror Giving you the blues Junk drawer filled with pennies All your quarters got used The pretty little fire that used to carry you through Was nothing but a promise that never did come true You got your heart tied up In knots so tigh

My life is a rummage sale with a good disguise I've got a blue collar heart and a white collar mind I've got new jeans and old leather boots I've got to look pretty sharp while I search for the proof For all the songs that I sing to the flowers The r

I'm heading back from the south my dear Where the sun beats down all day Where the Rio-Grand runs kind and slow I've always traveled against that grain I've never been a golden friend I've never been fixed like stone I'm a man who's prone to wonder s

How can I say if the proverb is true That the wicked flee where none pursue It's hard to keep your head in the air When your boots are on fire You can't stop the burning When you're running on the wire You better hurry up boy the day always seems to

Try my best to be discrete Wandering my way back into your storm Our love was bitter sweet Bitter sweet was never enough for me Spent all my money gasoline Small town fast food and pulling strings I'm back looking for the thing that will help me run

Where have you been Have you been waiting for my car to roll in Down the long drive where the gravel dust flies In clouds, painted by my headlights The a.m. dial wanders its way Through right-wing anger and left wing certainty Some old gospel station